The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

When Gojo Satoru fell asleep, he was quieter than the moonlight outside the window. I was used to his flamboyant and arrogant appearance, but when he suddenly became quiet like this, he seemed a little deserted.

The kitten came out of the study playing with a ball, making clinking sounds on the floor.

Ling Yao sat beside him, at first she was still watching the kitten play, but then the kitten got tired of playing, and it was late at night, it usually sleeps at this time, so it dropped the little ball and crawled back to itself in the nest.

The only moving figure in the room also stopped, and the kitten lay down in the litter box, its light and weak breathing could be faintly heard in the silent night.

It was silent again.

After the kitten fell asleep, she went to the balcony and continued staring at the potted plants in a daze.

It was already the night sky in the middle of the night, with the deserted moonlight hanging down, like a meandering river, she was afraid of being left at the other end of the river.

She remembered that when she was just brought back by the King of Gold, she wanted to die and resisted any contact with the world.

It was later learned that she didn't want to die, she was just escaping, she felt that she had done something unforgivable, and only death could wash away her guilt.

But that day, the King of Gold asked her, do you know why you didn't die?

He said, "You can't die because there are people in this world who love you, and those who love you want you to live. This belief is so strong that it becomes your strength."

There are still people who love her in this world, so there seems to be only one answer.

The mother who wanted to save her life had already been executed.

The people in the village have long been burned to death.

The people who took care of her during the day and night with her in the Wutiao family also regarded her as an inhuman demon after the massacre.

Only one person, from the beginning to the end, looked at her with the same cold gaze.

He ran in the corridor with her on his back, not forgetting to comfort her not to be afraid.

But... What she was afraid of was never death, but after doing something wrong, she was afraid of being blamed by him, afraid of seeing the disappointment in his eyes, and even more afraid of him being dragged into her hands.

So she erased his memory.

Later, she also made up her mind to erase her own memory.

At first she didn't want to forget him, and no matter how sad it was when she thought about him, she didn't want to erase her memory.

At that time, what she thought was that if even she had forgotten, then it would be as if their encounter never existed.

But later, she saw a string of wind chimes in the market.

She suddenly remembered the day when she met Gojo Satoru for the first time, he stood under the eaves, his brows were as cold as the moon, and his gaze turned from the wind chime to her.

At that moment, she forgot the rules and etiquette that had been instilled many times, and subconsciously asked him, "Did the wind blow just now?"

He said, "No."

"It's a bell."

When he answered her, there was no wave in his eyes, like snow on the top of a mountain, or like a frozen glacier.

She thought of that scene.

So, suddenly relieved.

It's okay to forget her, but he is still the aloof young master of the Wutiao family, born with honor, he doesn't care about anything.

She will always remember that scene, and hope that he will always look like a god.

As for her... She was just a humble speck of dust, and she was lucky to be able to get a moment of tenderness from him.

He gave her a lot, taught her how to read, taught her a lot of principles, taught her what happiness is, and was patient and tolerant enough for her.

Under the wings he can shelter, there is freedom.

She has already had the light and warmth that she seldom obtained in her life, and that is enough.

It's just that she failed his expectations, and she no longer knew how to face him.

She buried the wind chimes she bought in the yard.

When the servant asked her why, she said, "Bury the past and start over."

Then each of you is safe, let's live a good life as the past.

She thought so.

But a few days after she came to the ground, Gojo Satoru fell from the sky and landed on her window sill.

They couldn't recognize each other anymore, he smiled brightly, and his blue eyes sparkled brightly, "Meeting is fate, meeting like ours is a once-in-a-lifetime fate, so let's get to know each other's names first, understand?"

That was the first time she saw such a person, talking nonsense, talking about the sky, and every strand of hair showed his unreliability.

But it was such a person with a wicked but good-looking smile, that she could even remember word for word what he said that day after such a long time.

She suddenly felt that his nonsense that meeting is fate is actually not unreasonable.

There must be some kind of fate.

That's why when she met for the second time without any memory, she just glanced into his eyes and never forgot.

The moonlight above the head was so cold that even the air was a bit cold, Ling Yao squatted on the balcony in a daze, not noticing the movement in the room.

Until the sound of footsteps came from behind.

Ling Yao looked back in a daze, the lights in the room were not turned on, only the dim moonlight on the balcony, in such weak light, she saw Gojo Satoru coming out of the room.

Her throat was choked, and she asked the figure walking towards him, "Are you awake? Why are you so fast... You should sleep until dawn."

"..."

He didn't answer.

The moonlight was blurred, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

When he arrived in front of her, he still didn't speak, and the bell shook uncomfortably: "Did you not sleep well?"

He remained silent.

She became more and more uneasy, worried that there was something wrong with her ability, and reached out to touch his forehead.

When I put my hand up, I didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

She started to feel confused, "Enlightenment? Would you please say something?"

The moonlight on the balcony was sparse, only his profound silhouette, and his silent tall figure.

In the dim light, his gaze was very straightforward, as if he could see through the thick fog, which made her heart skip a beat.

The wind was mixed with the fragrance of plants, as well as the faint breath of him.

She tugged at his sleeve, "Wu?"

"Hmm." He responded in a low voice.

Then, he stretched out his hand and supported her on the potting rail next to her, leaned slightly, and covered her in his figure under the light of the faint moonlight, with a gentle and strong breath.

Before he had time to see the blue in his eyes, his kiss was pressed down without warning at this moment, and he pinched her chin with one hand, lifting her chin to make it easier to kiss him.

The other arm was around her waist.

The strong and powerful muscles did not relax at all, urgent and heavy, imprisoning her in his arms, there was no room for retreat or escape.

Different from the shallow and gentle kiss before, which only stopped touching her lips, his kiss at this time was more like a storm, trapping her in a damp madness, and the tip of his tongue was clenched without any discussion. He tightened her breathing, took every inch of her softness as his own, and ran over it inch by inch without compromise.

Ling Yao endured his heavy kiss in a daze, and in the stillness of the night, his breathing was magnified countless times, matching her heartbeat, filling her hearing.

Obviously he is the center of the storm, but it seems that he is the butterfly in the turbulence. Every drop of cold rain makes him feel panic and uneasy, falling in a daze in the turbulence.

After the bell rang, he raised his hand and covered his back unconsciously.

Only then did his trembling and haste subside slowly, gradually softening in the cold moonlight.

It was not until a long time later that Gojo Satoru was lifted from her lips and tongue, the tip of her nose still touching.

With the light of the moonlight, she could clearly see his wet lips, and his eyes staring straight at her at this moment.He still didn't say anything, the blue under his eyes seemed to be full of wine, sparkling blue.

Gojo Satoru pressed her into his arms again, resting his chin on her shoulder and neck, rubbing against her lightly.

"The bell rings." His voice was deep and hoarse.

Ling Yao was pressed into his arms, and when she raised her head, she rubbed against his chest, "What's wrong?"

He hugged her tightly, and his lowered voice was like a sleepy whisper in his ear, "I'm sleepy, go on to sleep."

After speaking, he picked her up and walked back to the room.

There was no light in the room, and in the darkness, she felt that she was put on the bed, and then her side sank down, and Gojo Satoru immediately lay beside her.

He stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in his arms like a child protecting a doll. The tips of his hair were soft and rubbed against her cheeks, a little itchy.

The chin is a bit hard, even if he hugs her with a relatively gentle posture, his edges and corners still hurt her a little, just like the light he was born with, filling her dark direction, will also sting her. eyes.

But she didn't mention discomfort, and in his steady breathing, his eyes looking at the ceiling gradually felt sleepy.

I didn't notice when I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning.

Seems to be a nice weather.

The piercing light shone from the window all the way in front of her, and she felt a little uncomfortable in her eyes, she squinted and rubbed them until she could barely open them, and then she sat up with her arms propped up.

There was nothing around him, and there was no sign of Gojo Satoru.

Feeling empty in the arm, I feel a little regretful for no reason.

She slept too little last night, but was awakened by the biological clock again, her mind was extremely clear, and she couldn't fall asleep anyway, so she got up and put on her shoes.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I felt less sleepy.

On her washstand, there was an extra toothbrush and cup. In her private space, another person was suddenly squeezed in. She stared at the extra toothbrush cup for a long time.

At this moment, she heard a sudden wind chime, very soft, as if passing by her ear, so light that she thought it was her own illusion.

Ling Yao froze on the spot, listened carefully for a while, but there was no sound again.

When she thought she had heard it wrong, she had already changed her shoes and was about to go out for breakfast. When she opened the door of the room, the light in front of the door was blocked by a figure.

The sound of wind chimes also appeared again at this time.

She looked up slowly, under the eaves, Gojo Satoru was standing sideways on the railing, hanging wind chimes on the eaves.

The morning light fell lightly, and the bridge of his nose, shoulders, and fingers were all sprinkled with silvery white light. His eyebrows and eyes were already beautiful, and even when his lips were pursed and there was no smile, there was something unique about him. publicity.

At this time, the early morning seems to have covered his body with a thin layer of mist, as if a still portrait was pressed, the wind raised the wind chimes between his fingers, and his hair, clustered against the sky blue.

At this moment, he lowered his eyes to look over her, his quiet eyes reflected her stunned look, he suddenly laughed, "What kind of expression is this, why does it seem that you are surprised that I am here?"