Only Gojo Satoru doesn't know

Gojo Satoru didn't speak, his smile was still flirtatious.

"Eh, really? Then what are you going to do?" He ran up to Yuki with long legs, bent down and looked at her with a smile.

Yuuki's expression remained unchanged, only the golden pupils in her eyes were lifted up, staring straight at Gojo Satoru.Her overly bright red lips parted and closed slightly, "I don't think you want to know, Mr. Gojo."

She didn't breathe when she spoke, but the temperature on her body was very high.In front of him, she carried a sense of existence that could not be ignored, like the only moon in the shining starry sky.

The white hair hangs down, blocking Gojo Satoru's eyes.He didn't speak, just looked at her silently.Yuki's eyelashes trembled, she pushed him away, and walked quickly to the bedroom.

"Hahaha, good night, Miss Truth." He raised the corners of his mouth and said loudly to her, then smiled and stretched out his hand to press the place where she pushed him.

Youji paused when she heard his voice, and stretched out her hand to open the mahogany door of the bedroom, with no sadness or joy on her face, "Good night, I hope I don't have to see you again tomorrow morning."

The wooden door was closed, and the sound of locking came.Gojo Satoru looked at the wooden door, and the female body full of magic power slid slowly against the door.

She probably wouldn't cry, and probably wasn't very angry.He had spent less than an hour with her, and he was absolutely convinced that she was not an emotional person, nor could she be a vulnerable woman.

But why is she so sad for the figure with her back to the mahogany door?

No one else has lived in the guest room in his apartment, but the guest room is closer to the door, and he often lives in it himself.

I flicked the dust a little and tidied it up.After washing, he lay on the bed, pressed his forehead, and fell into a deep sleep.

Will he return to the original world tomorrow morning, or will he stay here?

"Why are you still here?" You Ji casually warmed up a sandwich and threw it to him.

Gojo Satoru looked at the obviously salty sandwich in front of him and was silent for a while, then picked it up hesitantly and took a sip.Not to his liking, but not too bad.

"I don't know about this kind of problem, but I'm quite surprised how you can tell? There is no difference in appearance, right?" He asked vaguely while eating a sandwich.

Yuuki opened her mouth, put her hands on her chest and looked out the window, "I don't really want to say."

He chewed the sandwich, threw away the last bit of dry bread, put his hands on his cheeks and blinked, "Hey, tell me, don't tell me the reason why you became like this, at least tell me this."

She opened the window, leaned on the window sill, and looked at the distance outside the tent, as if she couldn't stand it, "You are more lively and energetic than him, and he is a little calmer, but he looks a little... fragile .”

Under the cover of the gray tent, the original colors of all the scenery cannot be seen, but a piece of gray.

"There are many differences for me, but the most important one..." She leaned her head on the cold aluminum window sill, her long black hair fell on the silver metal, with different luster.

She is not a human being, a monster, or a curse spirit, but she has an indescribable expression on her face, like sadness and regret, but also calm as expected.

As if she wasn't talking about a lover whose soul was gone, but something inconsequential.

"The most important point..." She turned her head so that he could not see her expression, "Your eyes are different." Her voice was muffled, but no emotion could be heard.

He looked at the twisted bread crumbs on the white porcelain plate, and smiled silently.

"What about this?" He put away his smile and straightened his back.Yuuki looked back at him, then lowered her eyes again.

She stared at the irregular patterns on the floor, and told him casually, "You are different."

"So obvious." He put the little bit of bread left on the plate into his mouth and swallowed it.He didn't ask Yuuki, why Gojo Satoru in this world is more fragile, and why is it different.

Gojo Satoru put on the blindfold when he was about to go out, Yuuki sat far away, and picked up the book again.

Suddenly Gojo Satoru asked her with great interest, "If I didn't look at you with these blue eyes, would you still recognize me?"

Yuuki didn't look at him.

Gojo Satoru had already left the door and put away the tent.

If a day passes and everything doesn't return to the way it was, when will it change again?

Yuuki held the book in her hand, thinking about everything she had seen.How to do it?What should I do?Her simulated breathing is still steady, but her mind has already begun to get tired.

Gojo Satoru casually threw the tent arrangement into the trash can, not even sorting out the trash.He took off the blindfold and looked at himself in the reflection in the car window.

No change in height, weight, shoulder width or anything.There are a little more calluses on the hand, but it is not obvious.

He looked at the face again, but there was no difference.The water chestnuts, the undulations of the face, the smoothness of the skin, it doesn't make a difference.

Then there was the gaze, and he stared at himself in the reflection.I can't imagine what kind of eyes the other Gojo Satoru looked at that woman.

She never seemed to call his name.Ah, that's not true either.Gojo Satoru remembered when he woke up yesterday morning.She had called him by his name back then, but it was another "Wu".

A car passed by behind him, he looked at the time and had to leave quickly.

Mantra spirits, students, high-level officials.He still has too much to do.

But is he really going to do these things?This is not his world.

With that in mind, he walked towards the high school.

The flowers and shrubs under the high-end apartments are full of vitality, and there are many tall buildings, but the middle is full of green.

The time was already very tight, even exceeding the time he usually set for himself to be late.But he stopped at the apartment building, put on the blindfold and whispered the name to himself, "Yuki."

Zhen Yuuki didn't wait for the blue curtain on purpose, she glanced down unconsciously, but happened to see his figure.

She didn't really want to see him, not at all.

That soul was not the Gojo Satoru she knew, but it occupied his body.

But why... Yuuki turned her back, her eyes diverged.

He looked happier than her Satoru.