The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

On the way back to the room, Ling Yao walked very slowly, so slow that she didn't even know whether it was because she hadn't figured out how to face Gojo Satoru, so she deliberately delayed her steps back.

She hid her memory in the sword of Damocles, so when the sword fell this time, a lot of power poured out, and her memory returned to her mind from the broken sword body.

When passing by the courtyard, she hesitated and stopped.

The place was already full of cherry blossom trees. She had been in a coma for half a year, and now it was spring again, and the cherry blossoms blooming all over the yard were falling in the setting sun.

In the dim light of the evening, the cherry blossoms are like snow.

When it fell, there was a kind of decadent sadness.

She followed her memory and wanted to find the wind chime she had buried, but the yard had changed a lot in the past few years, and many cherry blossom trees had been planted, so she was not sure where she buried the wind chime.

So she lingered in the yard for a long time, until the sun set and the sky completely darkened.

She still couldn't find the place to bury the wind chime, so she gave up and walked towards the room again.

The closer you get, the more disturbed you become.

After reaching the door, she hesitated again and again, but pushed the door open.

According to Weitzman, she thought Gojo Satoru was already waiting for her in her room.

But when he opened the door, he saw only an empty room.

There was also a kitten meowing and running around her.

She leaned over to pick up the kitten, rubbed her head, the original tension and anxiety suddenly became a little lost.

"Bing, are you the only one here?"

She rubbed the kitten's head.

The kitten likes this very much, so he raised his head and stroked it for her, very comfortable.

She rubbed the kitten's head quietly, and liked to see its intoxicated face.

Until, the window sill—

"Boom."

There was a sudden loud noise.

Ling Yao was startled, and the kitten in her arms was also startled, it jumped out of her arms and hid under the cabinet.

My arms were empty.

At the same time, the person on the window sill jumped down, and the sound of footsteps approached her, "It's very sad, Xiaoling, you made me wait for so long."

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer. Her room was not particularly big, and it only took a few seconds for him to walk over.

But she never looked back.

Gojo Satoru came up behind her, saw her dull face, sneered, leaned close to her ear, "Didn't you say you're recovering well, it looks like—"

He reached out and pinched her face, "Stupid."

His touch was sudden, without any psychological warning, like a scalding tinder, which instantly woke her up.

She raised her head suddenly, and suddenly bumped into those jewel-like blue eyes, those beautiful eyes overlapped with her memory, she quickly looked away.

Ling Yao moved her face to the side, and broke away from his hand pinching her face, "Why...how did you jump in from the window sill?"

"I just wanted to ask, you haven't come back for so long, you thought something happened, but when you went out to have a look, you were wandering around in the yard. What are you looking for?"

The more he talked, the more dissatisfied he became, and when he thought about how she broke away from his hand just now, he pinched her face again, "What are you looking for, more important than me?"

More important than me.

A pebble was thrown on the lake in the bottom of her heart, causing ripples, and she suddenly remembered the time when he was worshiped as a god.

As if it was destined, whether it was before, or after meeting again, no matter how many times we meet, he always occupies the most important position in my heart.

"Nothing..." She didn't know how to answer.

In the end, Gojo Satoru seemed to be even more dissatisfied, and squeezed her face hard, "Isn't it Ling Yao, who has been in a coma for half a year seems to have gained a lot of courage, and now he still lies to me?"

"..."

Every word seemed to touch her nerves.

She decided to take the initiative to change the subject, "When are you going back?"

As soon as the words fell, seeing Gojo Satoru's face darken visibly with the naked eye, she also suddenly realized what stupid question she was asking...

As if chasing him away.

She hurriedly tried to save the situation, "I didn't mean that... I just, I'm afraid it's too late at night, and you may be in danger on the way back."

He squinted his eyes and said in a dangerous tone, "Should I thank you for thinking about me?"

"...you don't have to be so polite."

He punched down hard.

Hit her on the head.

She clutched her head in pain, and then, Wujou Wujo said, "Ling Yao, are you sure you didn't hurt your brain?"

"..."

She clutched her head, the inexplicable pain on the top of her head gave her a sense of intimacy returning to reality, separating her from the noble and indifferent young master in her memory.

Standing in front of her was the one who bullied her very badly... Uh, what is their relationship, are they good friends?

She belatedly remembered that he gave her the ring on the Ferris wheel in the amusement park, and she didn't know the origin of the ring at that time.

After returning to the high school the next day, she waited for him in the corridor outside Teacher Ye Moth's office, and he put the ring on her middle finger.

So it seems... not good friends.

When she lowered her head, she saw the familiar ring on her finger.

After recalling all the memories, she naturally recognized it. It was the engagement ring that she originally had with Gojo Satoru. On the day she decided to massacre Yishi's family, she took off the ring and put it on his table.

And the ring was put on her finger by him...

wait wait wait.

What Gojo Satoru said when he gave her the ring on the Ferris wheel.

What he said was, don't lose it again.

She was very confused and asked him why it was again, when she obviously got it for the first time.

But he didn't answer, just smiled and turned his head to look outside at the night, and told her not to lose it.

"..."

There is a strange uneasiness in my heart.

She shrank her fingers, slowly raised her head to look at Gojo Satoru, and asked almost timidly, "When did you remember it?"

"Remember?" Gojo Satoru knew what she was talking about just after hearing her such a nonsensical sentence, he sneered, "So you really erased my memory?"

"..."

Ling Yao's eyes widened, and she understood from Gojo Wu's rhetorical question, "You didn't remember? Then why did you, this ring, you, you, you..."

Her incoherent speech didn't know how to express it, and she stumbled for a long time.

Wujo Gou poked his finger and slapped her forehead hard, "I'm different from you."

Bell shakes: "...?"

He poked her forehead, "It's not the same as your IQ."

"..."

If it was in the past, Ling Yao would definitely have reasoned with him, but now... the pair of blue eyes that are as cold as glaciers in memory always appear in front of him, overlapping with Gojo Satoru in front of him.

As long as she thought that Wujo Satoru in front of her was the person in her memory, she would suddenly become sluggish and not say a word.

Wujo Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at her, and said indifferently: "I started to doubt when you shrunk the curse spirit and put it away, and you have the ability to erase other people's memories. The memory of my parents, the combination of these two points, so I have a guess, whether it is related to you that I can become smaller. Later, I went back to my home and asked my old man again and again. Frankly, I do have a fiancée."

He squinted his eyes slightly, fixed his eyes on her, looked at her lowering and sinking head, and chuckled lightly.

Gojo Satoru raised her chin, she was forced to look at him, and the corners of his lips curled up, "So, since you saw me, you've been dumbfounded because you've already remembered everything, right?"

He smiled at the corner of his lips and raised his eyebrows, "My fiancée?"

"..."

"Don't talk, Ling Yao?" He pinched her chin, rubbed her fingertips softly, and smiled slowly, "Isn't it too late to start being shy now? Even if there is no such thing as in the memory, you She's also my fiancée now?"

"..."

"Ah, by the way, maybe you've been asleep for half a year and you don't have any memory, so let me help you recall." He took her hand and touched her ring-wearing middle finger, "There is a stupid kid who keeps asking I, whether to wear the left hand or the right hand, insist on saying that the left and right hands have different meanings, the left hand is for fiancée, and the right hand is for love.”

Ling Yao was suddenly a little embarrassed, and tried to stop him from continuing, "That... I remembered, you don't need to say it."

He raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

She nodded, "Really."

"Really remember how I answered you?"

Her face started to heat up, "Really, really."

"Really remember that I answered both sides are the same, because both sides are you?"

"..." Ling Yao's face became hot, "Why did you say it anyway?"

"Oh, I'm really shy." He smiled and stared at her with interest.

Ling Yao felt a little uncomfortable with his straightforward gaze, "That..."

She didn't say what she was trying to change the subject.

He was hit hard on the head again.

Gojo Satoru glared at her, "So, please, restore my memory right now!"

His palm was still on her head, shaking ruthlessly, "Did you hear that!"

"..."

Ling Yao was dizzy from being shaken by him, but her heartbeat was tense because of what he said about restoring her memory. She wanted to stop his messy hands, but when she thought of him in memory, she didn't dare to touch him.

After a long time, she said in a muffled voice amidst his storm-like chaos: "...Actually, it's not an important memory, can't it be restored?"

Gojo Satoru sneered, "It's getting easier to lie to me now, isn't it?"

"……sorry."

"The more you push back and forth, the more it means that this memory is very important. As I said just now, your IQ is different from mine, so don't try to lie to me with lame reasons."

She still tried to discuss, "Wu...well, can you recover after a while?"

He rubbed her head again, "No way!"

"...Then, let's do it tomorrow, okay?"

"no!"

"..."

Gojo Satoru saw that she had calmed down, thinking that she was mentally prepared, so he withdrew his hand and waited for her action.

A few seconds later, she reached out her hand and tugged at the hem of his clothes slightly.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the little movements on his clothes, and then heard her uneasy voice: "Then you have to swear..."

"Okay, I swear."

She paused, "I haven't told you to swear anything yet."

Gojo Satoru gave a low laugh, and his nonchalant tone was a bit flamboyant: "You can ask me to swear anything."

"Then you have to swear, after recovering your memory,...you can't hate me."

Gojo Wujo raised his eyebrows, "That's it?"

She nodded, "Yeah."

The lowered head was always restless, and even when talking about the conditions with him, he was still nervous without confidence.

Like a panicked little animal, its nerves are tense at any time, and it dare not let go for a moment.

He laughed, "Okay, I swear I won't hate you."

"Need me to prove it?" he said again.

Ling Yao was taken aback, then slowly raised her head to look at him, and asked blankly, "How do you prove it?"

Gojo Satoru leaned over and moved closer to her.

His forehead was lightly pressed against hers, and the tip of his nose was close to the tip of his nose, so close that his breath suddenly filled his breath, the familiar breath overlapping with memory, at this moment penetrated into every waking consciousness of hers .

She froze in place, staring at those very close eyes, at a glance, it was as blue as the sea of ​​stars, as deep as the ice and snow on the top of a mountain, and under the endlessly melting glacier was a dark river.

Then, she smiled slightly when she saw the eyes that were as beautiful as in memory.

He turned his head slightly, and kissed the lips that were close at hand.

Warm and soft, accompanied by the sudden stop of the heartbeat, his lips rested gently on her lips for a long time, all senses were slowly fading away, only her startled wide eyes clearly reflected his lips. A nice and gentle smile.

He raised his hand and gently covered her eyes.

The kiss on his lips was slightly lifted at this moment, but before he had time to react, his kiss fell again.

In the darkness where his eyes were covered, the warmth on his lips became very clear. It was rare for him to be patient and gentle, as if he was comforting, but also as if he was coaxing a child, for fear that a little force would scare her.

The kiss didn't last long, he didn't let go of his hand covering her eyes, but his voice had already moved to her ear.

In the dark, in the silence without any vision.

She heard her still heartbeat and his voice, "I won't hate you, I just like you."