[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

Gojo Satoru felt that he had come a very, very long way.

So far that he almost forgot his original purpose.

Only by keeping the machine moving forward can we avoid being overtaken by endless pain.

In that battle, he watched with his own eyes the woman who had nourished and carried all his love and desire disappear without a trace again.

Like the morning dew evaporated by the sun, or like a goldfish escaping into the sea.

——He would rather believe that she was the latter.

She would definitely not die. He could clearly recall the different events in the past. It seemed that every time, he could only watch her resolutely leaving.

No matter how hard he shouted or how heartfelt he was, he could not shake the woman's will in the slightest, and she would always leave him.

Kick him away and throw him away like garbage or a pet you no longer love.

Five years had passed, and he still didn't quite understand the meaning of his persistent search for that cruel woman.

He thought to himself that he was not a person with low self-esteem or without the slightest sense of shame. In fact, from childhood to adulthood, he always managed to take the upper hand when dealing with anyone or anything.

Only she suffered the most.

In the first year after she left, he thought that perhaps the mysterious object that was parasitic on her body was not so easy to reset every time.

He and she will always meet again, it just requires a little patience and waiting.

Moreover, he clearly saw the look of surprise on her face before she disappeared. It seemed that she might not have expected such an outcome.

Or maybe... she didn't actually want to leave him on her own initiative.

Three years after she left, he wondered if something had happened to her.

The act of offering the blood seal and even using her original blood to fill the space cracks might have caused great harm to her body, or maybe... she was still sleeping and was not unwilling to come back.

But it is undeniable that he can no longer suppress the fear and anxiety that keeps roaring in his heart.

If, if she was really dead - no, she wasn't.

In the second round, she was caught off guard and was pierced through the heart by Jay. At that time, his six eyes observed that she had indeed stopped all vital signs.

But she reappeared alive and well, and came to him as his fiancée, so the strange parasite in her must have the ability to bring the dead back to life.

So, why hasn’t it come back after so much time?

Don't want to?

Or... the mission of saving the world has ended, so there is no need to come back?

Five years after she left, he began to hate her.

I hate her appearance, but I also hate her disappearance.

He went to find Jay and they laughed at each other. Even though the fact that he was abandoned was right in front of him, he still didn't give up.

Still holding on to a glimmer of hope, like a stray dog ​​deliberately abandoned by its owner, it would bark and chase after a passing car when it saw one.

Just as every time he saw a similar figure or heard a piece of news that something was possible, he would run straight there.

Jay looked tired and didn't argue with him much.

When he left, he seemed to hear the other party murmur:

"If I had known, I would have promised you then... I would have tried to do that."

It’s not that I haven’t thought about it, I just forget it.

But every time he closed his eyes, he found dejectedly that the face that he loved and hated always appeared in his mind extremely clearly and vividly.

Then he began to hate himself as well.

It's all his fault. Why does he have such a good memory? Why can't so many "presents" that are being experienced cover up the past?

Gojo Satoru opened the small window on the side of the bedroom, raised his hand, and a piece of flying snow fell into his broad palm.

He could clearly see the intricate and beautiful shapes of the snowflakes, and in a short while, the warmth of his palms melted them into a transparent stain of water.

Gojo Satoru sighed.

Tomorrow is his birthday again. That liar clearly said that he liked him and loved him, but he never even gave him a decent birthday present.

After all, Jay still had a portrait of her painted by herself, and even if he asked for it, it would only be wishful thinking.

Maybe it's because of his age. After twelve o'clock, he will be thirty-two years old.

Gojo Satoru allowed himself to fall backwards and collapsed onto the big bed in the bedroom.

In this silent, empty, dark space, he could clearly hear the heartbeat in his chest.

Suddenly, his breath choked, and for no reason, a panic rose from the bottom of his heart, like a tsunami.

——He is almost thirty-two years old.

Although this body still retains its vitality.

He was born with a relatively 'young' face, and apart from the fact that his facial features became more distinct as he grew older, he actually didn't look much different from when he was seventeen.

But what if he is thirty-seven, or forty-seven?

In every week, she always seems to maintain the appearance of her teenage years. If she really comes back——

But because of the long wait, he gradually became weak and old. How could he be with her?

The pain is so persistent, moving like a snail with patience.

But happiness is so short-lived, like a rabbit's tail, passing across the autumn grassland.

……

When Gojo Satoru opened his eyes again, he obviously noticed something strange.

Although the mattress beneath him was still soft and the quilt was warm, this was not his room.

To be precise, it was not the patriarch's residence after he entered the Gojo family, but more like... the apartment where he lived when he was young.

He heard a series of light breathing sounds, and Gojo Satoru's body suddenly stiffened as if he was cast under a spell.

He definitely wouldn't remember it wrongly. He was clearly wearing pajamas before going to bed, but now he could clearly feel that he was lying naked in the bed.

What’s even more terrible is, why is there another person lying next to him?

Gojo Satoru suddenly held his breath as a terrifying yet extremely exciting thought suddenly emerged in his mind.

If, he meant if, the person next to him...

Gojo Satoru had never felt such intense tension and trembling, which repeatedly washed over his body.

Obviously, he seemed to have experienced some kind of strange time travel, and most likely returned to his teenage body.

Although, he never had such an intimate relationship in his youth, but what if——

Is it her?

The slender and broad palms silently supported the upper body.

The heavy curtains blocked the wind and snow outside the window. In the dim bedroom, Gojo Satoru held his breath and slowly turned his head to look at the person who was sleeping on his side with his back to him.

A white and soft arm was exposed to the air, draped lazily.

Following the slender collarbone upwards, the long neck connected to the small chin, the lips were full and bright red, and there was even a small wound on the lower lip, which was slightly swollen.

further up—

She had a straight nose and long, thick eyelashes that drooped down onto her eyelids. She seemed to be sleeping unsteadily, and one could see her eyeballs rolling slightly under her thin eyelids.

"cold?"

The girl in a light sleep murmured, "I'm tired...don't bother me."

"despair."

A clear teardrop fell from the blue eyes and dripped onto the girl's fair cheek.

"Oh, what a madman."

"Don't drool on my face while I'm sleeping—"

Seeing that the other party was about to wake up, Gojo Satoru hurriedly wiped his eyes, and Dianhuang Shihuojian adjusted his mood and responded with the attitude that was most suitable for his age.

He leaned down and kissed the other's rosy lips fiercely in an irresistible manner.

"Well--"

The fist hitting his chest could not stop Gojo Satoru's actions.

He was like a lone traveler in the desert, on the verge of dying of thirst, using all his strength to desperately draw water from the oasis.

There was an intense pain in my chest, yet it was also filled with devastating sweetness.

hum-

Gojo Satoru paused in his movements, and the next second, he was pushed outward by the person under him.

Huailiang grabbed a pillow and threw it at the man's face: "Get out! You didn't go to bed until five in the morning, isn't that enough?"

"If it wasn't for your birthday today, I would kill you!"

After saying this, he angrily burrowed his head into the quilt, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep again.

Resentment, pain, anger, jealousy and resentment.

This was the foreign emotion and consciousness that suddenly flooded into his body a minute ago.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes again, and the struggle and darkness in his eyes slowly faded away.

It doesn't matter, he is much stronger than his younger self, so he can naturally take the lead.

Now that he has 'come over', the other younger him no longer needs to exist, so he might as well just sleep.

Of course he wouldn't go out as he was told.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the soft headboard, his greedy eyes lingering on the bloated "bulge" beside him as if it were real.

The past doesn’t matter, it’s cool.

We...have a long way to go.

————I have a little more to say, happy birthday, Wu-chan—————