Only Gojo Satoru doesn't know

He thought of her warm hand, the feel of her cheek against his chest, the many nights they had cuddled together.

On a clear, windless night with few stars.The two of them embraced each other tightly, what was Yuuki thinking at that time?

He didn't know very well, the only thing he could be sure of was that Yuuki didn't want to stay in the world of conjurers, other than that, he didn't seem to know anything.

"Wu, why can you..." In the summer when Lizi died, what did Yuuki want to ask?What was she muttering when she feebly vomited blood in his arms?

"I seem to have never understood you." Gojo Satoru looked up at the ceiling and murmured.

He has never been able to understand You Ji's thoughts, she is too mature, and her eyes looking into the distance are too calm.Even if Yuki was by his side, he still felt that she was very far away, not like a real person, but a phantom.

Now that You Ji is buried in a foreign land, he feels that the two of them are getting closer.And it will be getting closer and closer, until one day his head also falls down for some reason.

Life is like walking in the fog. Although he has already chosen the direction to go to the ideal lighthouse and is extremely firm in his heart, the fog does not dissipate because of these.

However, when Yuki was alive, in the ten years they spent together, he had never felt such a fog.Everything was so clear back then, whether it was the lighthouse in the distance or the surroundings.No matter day or night, there always seems to be light around, illuminating the road brightly.

He couldn't help thinking of that night again.

"Enlightenment, hug me." Yuuki hugged him tightly that night.So suddenly, without warning.

To this day, he still doesn't quite understand why You Ji did that.She obviously didn't need it, and if she wanted to escape from his side, she shouldn't have deep contact with him.

But she still hugged him, with emotions he couldn't understand, hugged him with slender hands, and leaned her soft cheek against his chest.The eyes are as calm as water, but spark fire.

"Hug me." She said so, always looking at him.

His mind trembled, from passive to active, but the doubts in his heart only increased.

"Are you doing this because you love me? Or can anyone do it?" When the sweat was falling, he wanted to ask Yuuki so untimely.

What a debilitating question, but he wanted to ask it, but he didn't ask it in the end.

He was a little pleased with the touch, but also afraid that the answer would tear the mask.That's it, just hug each other tightly.Don't think about anything, just indulge in the moment.

Thinking about it now, maybe he should have asked.If he asked, maybe the long-standing doubts would be answered, maybe Yuuki would open up to him.

Like the day Yuki died, if he hadn't gone, if he had arrived earlier.Maybe everything will change.

But there is no if in life.

Only in the past had she held out her hands to him, only they had ever embraced each other.

And, now the surroundings are empty and lonely.

The reform was frustrated and it was difficult to cultivate companions. Even though he was the strongest, he was still alone in the end.

It would be nice if Yuuki was still alive.

Not being cursed, nor being illusory in a dream, he hoped that she would come back to life.There is no reason, no constraints, just pure hope.

"It would be great if you were still alive." The colorful fragmented light of the bar shone on his face, and the loud music made people dizzy.

Suddenly, the vigorous mantra began to flow, and the familiar spells in memory clicked.

Gojo Gojo opened his eyes fiercely, and looked at his chest in disbelief.

This is impossible……

On his chest, a mark that only conjurers could see glowed faintly.

That is Yuuki's imprint full of pain and helplessness.

His mind was blank, his whole body was trembling, but his mouth kept making breathy sounds, "You... Ji."

It is a natural law that a person cannot be resurrected after death.He had accepted everything a long time ago and never thought of forcing it.However, if there is no You Ji in this world, then how can this technique work again?

He struggled to walk out, even though he had almost no magic power now.

The legs were trembling and limp.Stepping on the ground, I just feel that there are cotton all around, which is weird and ethereal.Not long after walking out of the bar, my stomach was tossing again due to the effect of alcohol.

He held on to the wall and spat out some water, his stomach throbbing.Under the influence of alcohol, his mana-drained body slid down the wall weakly.

Gojo Satoru covered his face and laughed happily, with tears in his eyes.

"Ha..." He lowered his hands and looked up at the night sky today. It was clear and cloudless, and the moonlight was like water.

……

Yuuki patted the dirt on her body and stood up from the grass where the spring snow melted.I went to melt the little snow and washed my hair.

The newborn skin looks clean, but a little muddy.

After tidying up a bit, she walked down the winding mountain road not far away.At the foot of the mountain, I saw a pond by the side of the road, and walked in to see what I looked like now.

A few children ran out from the village not far away, giggling, a little boy couldn't see the way clearly, and bumped into You Ji.The other children looked at Yuuki and ran away screaming.

The boy didn't run away, he held his schoolbag in his hand, looked up at You Ji blankly, "Sister, are you a female ghost?"

Yuuki looked down at the boy and smiled slightly, "Oh, am I scared?"

The boy frowned, and after serious thinking for a while, he said to Yuuki, "No... ghosts are scary, but you are not scary."

So the boy nodded affirmatively, and his brows stretched, "I'm not afraid, so you're not a ghost."

Yuki stretched out her hand and touched the boy Mao Zhaza's head, smiled and said to him, "You are so easy to deceive. Go, if you don't go to school, you will be late."

The boy was carrying a schoolbag, turned his head three times a step with his mouth puffed out, and trotted away when he was far away.Yuuki stood where she was, smiling as she watched the boy walk away.

She straightened the hem of her clothes, and smiled troubledly, "It's really strange to dress like this."

Even though the clothes would not rot in nine years, the torn hem and mottled colors were awkward no matter how you looked at them.

Yuuki walked into the pond and looked down at the blurry reflection.

The lips were too red, the skin was too pale and bluish, and the eyes were golden in color.No wonder the group of kids reacted like this.She does look like a troll in human form now.

Yuuki blinked her eyes, and found that this golden color couldn't be suppressed at all.Looking up at Can Xue, You Ji didn't feel cold even though her body was very thin.

The little sparrow landed on the ground, lowered its head to hold the grass in its mouth, flew up and down with a flutter.

She looked down at her reflection, but she didn't have to breathe.

How much time has passed?she does not know.

Maybe everything has changed, maybe everything she knew no longer exists.Apart from knowing that Gojo Satoru is still alive, Yuuki doesn't even know where she is now.

She imitated the boy's posture and let out a soft breath.Cold and temperatureless.

The birds were chirping, and some green shoots appeared between the white snow and the ground.You Ji walked on the road, feeling the fresh and natural breath.

Where should we go?What should she do now that she looks like this?There are five enlightenments...

Five enlightenment.

Yuuki sighed, and raised the tip of her tongue three times, as if love and everything else were hidden in this short name.Like a curse.

Five, article, enlightenment.

It is a natural law that people cannot be resurrected after death.Love can die and be rekindled several times.

The grass is growing, the spring snow is melting, the fog in the mountains is rushing like wild horses in the morning, and the sun is setting fire to the clouds lonely in the distance.

The sky will turn blue and become like those vast eyes.

"In your opinion, which is longer and stronger, love or hate?"

"In my case... I think hate is more reliable."

Yuuki covered her mouth with half-closed palms, and let out a soft breath.But in fact love is not longer than hate, nor is hate more secure than love.