I rely on the bloody script to force BE

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening when Qianliu of the Chanyuan woke up. She was sweating all over, and her skin, which was attached to the silk pajamas, was naked and sticky.

She noticed that Gojo Satoru moved a chair and sat on the bedside to watch her, and when she got up, his eyes lit up.

"Feeling better?" he asked. "Would you like something to eat? I made you a delicious meal."

"You go out first, go to the living room and wait for me."

Gojo Satoru refused: "Why?"

Qianliu of the Zen Academy lifted the quilt and stepped barefoot on the cashmere carpet. The faint blue blood vessels covering the ankles were like the lines hidden in the white jade, slender and exquisite.

"I'm going to take a shower."

She opened the closet to take out a set of home clothes, turned her head to look at Wujo Gojo, who was still sitting motionless on the chair, and teased: "Jun Wu is still here, do you want to be together?"

He was a little surprised: "Can you?"

The smile of Qianliu from the Chanyuan disappeared: "Of course not."

She still ruthlessly drove him out of the room, took a quick hot shower, and the news on the phone almost overflowed the screen.After being out of touch with the outside world for most of the day, I accumulated a lot of things to deal with.

And Gojo Satoru didn't lose his temper after being kicked out, and obediently warmed up the meal and waited for her at the dining table.

Qianliu of the Zen Academy handled the affairs with an IPAD, while eating what he cooked, he praised casually: "Thank you, Wu Jun, it's delicious."

"Right, it's delicious. When I fed you for the first time, you said it was unpalatable."

Gojo Satoru clenched his chin with one hand and stared at her motionlessly.The sky blue cinnamon dog apron on his body was still tied around his waist, which gave him an indescribably funny feeling.

"Thank you for taking care of me," she said.

Even so, the eyes did not move away from the screen for half a minute.Gojo Satoru knew that he was being perfunctory, so he snorted softly, put on plastic gloves and peeled the shrimp for her.

On the contrary, Qianliu from the Chanyuan was a little unaccustomed to it. He looked too obedient as if someone had stolen his account. Thinking that he occasionally had the consciousness of taking care of the sick, he didn't think much about it.

But she still kept an eye out, went back to the room and opened the bedside table to make sure that the position of the medicine bottle hadn't changed much, and then took today's medicine with warm water.

After more than half an hour, she began to look at the computer screen again. At this time, the sequelae of taking the medicine came up, she was drowsy, sleepy, unable to cheer up, her soul was imprisoned in a heavy body, like a walking dead, thinking become dull.

Recently, the anorexia tendency has also become serious. I mechanically open the lunch box prepared by the nutritionist, repeat the chewing and swallowing movements, and force myself to eat all the food with willpower.

Rao is so, still losing weight.If you lose weight, it won't look good, and you will look very spiritless.

"Dong dong..."

The door was knocked.

Qianliu in the Chanyuan was lazy and didn't want to move at all, and the people outside knocked a few times persistently: "Qianliu, are you there?"

She urged her mouthpiece to speak: "Wu Jun, I'm busy, so I'll be late."

"Oh, it's not important." Gojo Satoru stopped knocking on the door, "Then I'll come and talk to you tomorrow."

After reviewing many cases of depression treatment, he decided to propose to Qianliu from the Chanyuan to get a pet.

Although it is very uncomfortable that her attention will be distracted by cats and dogs.But the company of small animals should help improve her mood, Wujo Satoru fully affirmed her generosity.

You don't need to ask, you know that a soft-hearted woman like Qianliu from the Chanyuan will definitely like small animals, and take good care of them out of a sense of responsibility... Maybe you can use this to cultivate a relationship.

Gojo Satoru thought very well, and even fell in love with a blue-eyed, beautiful sea double puppet. Both parents are competition-level, and their faces are perfect.

As long as Zenyuan Qianliu nodded in agreement, he would go to the cattery and take it home.

When he proposed at the dinner table the next day that he wanted to keep a puppet, Qianliu of the Zen Academy froze, shook the newspaper, and asked, "Are you really ready to become a pet owner? "

Gojo Satoru replied casually: "It's not easy to raise a cat, just feed it, shovel its excrement, prevent it from getting an injection, and then play with it..."

However, Qianliu of the Chanyuan threw a series of rhetorical questions: "Then can you guarantee to take time out to play with it every day? Will you pay attention to its physiological condition to infer whether it is sick? Can you bear it while you are not paying attention? Did the thing bite or scratch? Have you thought about what to do if it is very energetic at night and disturbs you to sleep?"

"I'm just making a suggestion." Gojo Satoru didn't expect her to suddenly become aggressive, and he was a little dazed, "Let's deal with these situations when we encounter them, since we have decided to raise them."

However, Qianliu of the Chanyuan continued to question: "The cat may not be a relative. It is not like those fairy pets on tiktok that follow behind the owner. It will not give you a good face, even if you go around it every day. It will still tickle you, causing you to want to abandon it many times. These are all possible situations, are you sure you are fully prepared before adopting?"

Gojo Satoru thought for a while, and asked seriously: "Do you not like cats?"

Qian Liuqi of the Zen Academy laughed, the familiar feeling of chicken and duck talking.But her self-cultivation prevented her from showing half of it.She took a sip of the Americano and calmed down a little.

Wujo Satoru also had a pet, a very rare gecko lizard, which is said to be very beautiful, and there are not many of them in Asia.

When he received her at home, Zenyuan Qianliu, who was afraid of reptiles, was frightened out of his wits.

Its snout is a smiling arc, but in her eyes, it is treacherous and terrifying, with sticky webbed palms, twisted and cold body, and inorganic eyes that make the scalp tingle.

Gojo Satoru said that it was given by someone else. Since she is afraid, she will foster it for a few days, and then pass it on to friends who are willing to adopt it.

He said that he liked this gadget very much, threw Shou Gong into the terrarium, and went on a business trip the next day.

No one in the family knew how to raise this animal. Fu Heihui checked the information and said that Shou Gong had a weak stomach and needed to be fed crickets, barley or mealworms regularly. He went to the pet store to buy the feed and went to school.

So only Zenyuan Qianliu endured the nausea, almost shedding tears to feed the little lizard.

She is physiologically afraid of bugs and cold-blooded animals. She would feel nauseous and have a tingling scalp if she looked at her more than once. She turned around and wanted to leave after feeding.

But out of a sense of responsibility, I will repeatedly confirm whether the humidity and temperature of the box are appropriate, for fear of raising it to death.

Zenyuan Qianliu made a phone call to criticize Gojo Satoru. Hearing her almost crying tone, the other party could still smile with ease: "Don't cry, oh Qianliu, why are you so cute. I miss you."

The brain waves seem to be out of tune, it was like this in the past, and it is still like this now.

"Wu Jun, I personally have no special preference for pets such as cats and dogs." Qianliu said, "If you like it, you can keep it, but you need to be responsible for it. From the moment you become its owner, you will be responsible for it. The weight of life."

Gojo Satoru glanced at her uncertain face, still guessing that she didn't like animals, and shook his head decisively: "Forget it."

So he tried to start from other aspects to make Qianliu of the Chanyuan happy, but it only increased her workload and had the opposite effect.

After a few days, Gojo Satoru was also a little frustrated.

He asked Xia Youjie, "What do you think I should do to make Qianliu happier?"

Xia Youjie thought that it would be fine as long as you don't bother her, so he replied, "Let's find her at the right time first."

Gojo Wuli said bluntly: "Isn't the time when I want to see her the right time? Isn't it any time?"

Xia Youjie: "..."

However, he was not so hopeless. After repeatedly flattering and slapping the horse's legs, he finally summed up a set of exclusive methods to make Qianliu happy, and he thought it was very useful.

Zenyuan Qianliu took his abnormal behavior in recent days into his eyes, thought for a moment, went to Jia Ruozi, and asked, "Does he know that I am sick?"

Jia Ruozi smiled helplessly: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

"How do you know? Let's think about it... On the day I had a fever, he turned over the bedside table in my bedroom?"

Nitro was surprised: "You can guess this?"

"I understand enlightenment too much." Qianliu from the Chanyuan sighed, "He is still young."

So she also tacitly cooperated with Gojo Satoru's actions, pretending that she was indeed pleased by him out of the idea of ​​not wanting to spoil his interest, and not revealing the matter.

But Wujo Satoru was not completely kept in the dark.Not long after, he also came to find Jia Ruozi, and asked, "Does Qianliu know that I know about her illness?"

Nitro: "Are you guys playing with Japanese nesting dolls? Don't use me as a messenger!"

That's what it means by default.

So Gojo Satoru suddenly became sad, the recent enthusiasm was extinguished by the cold water in the head, and only a few sparkling ashes remained.

He didn't understand why Zenyuan Qianliu didn't have a frank chat with him when he knew about it, as if he was socializing with an annoying guest, and dismissed him decently, but in fact he didn't take it to heart.

But he didn't dare to take the initiative to mention it, for fear of irritating her and making her feel even worse.

He has been keenly aware that there are some problems in the marriage between Gojo Satoru and Zenyuan Qianliu.

After all, even her real husband didn't know about her illness, and Niozi said that it was Qianliu from the Chanyuan who strongly requested to keep it secret.

Although it is still too early for young people to think about marriage, Gojo Satoru is already really worried about the future Gojo Satoru, so he has to find a way to leave some information to let him know about it.

He likes Qianliu's green eyes, his calmness in the face of danger, and his unhurried and gentle tone when speaking;

I like her calling him Wu Jun, and I like her occasional expression of helplessness... I really want to live with Qianliu, share happiness and worries, and won't get tired of it for another 100 years.

Even the annoying Fu Heisher, because he is Qianliu's elder brother, is not so annoying anymore.

Gojo Satoru wants to know more about her, about various things, such as——

"Why are you afraid of the dark?"

Qianliu from the Chanyuan smiled and said, "Naturally."

Her calm explanation didn't convince Gojo Satoru, so she turned to ask Fu Heisher, who naturally laughed disdainfully, and immediately hung up the phone.

Occasionally, this question was answered by Huili of the Zen Academy. She didn't show much surprise, as if she knew that Qianliu would not take the initiative to tell others about such things.

"I guess... Maybe it's because Miss Qianliu was often locked up when she was a child." Eri of the Zen Academy said with a serious expression on her face, "And she will be locked up with low-level spell spirits. Because she is the new generation of Zen Academy master artisans The weakest of all, the elders think she needs to be tempered."

Gojo Satoru asked keenly: "Where is Fu Heisher? Why didn't you protect her?"

"Brother Shi Er was still young at that time, and he couldn't protect himself. He didn't have magic skills, and he was raised in another courtyard." Huili of the Chanyuan explained, "The family didn't treat him as a human being."

The younger sister who was born with a weak spell and the elder brother who was born with heaven and curse were raised separately from birth.Although the two had different biological mothers, they felt close to each other when they met for the first time.

They are also unwilling to talk about their pain, and they don't say a word about what happened to them, and there are not many opportunities to see them every week. They just share a few words and the rare peace and tranquility, which has taken up most of their time.

When the siblings reunited, Qianliu from the Buddhist monastery had gradually accepted the fact of being locked up in confinement amid growing numbness and fear.But there is still a stress response to the dark and uninhabited environment.

The confinement house of the Zenyuan family described by Eili of the Zenyuan is exhaustive, which makes people feel a bit chilly.

Gojo Satoru asked, "Have you been imprisoned too?"

"Of course, that's how I got to know Sister Qianliu." Eili of the Chanyuan said calmly. I thought I was going to die there."

"She was also very scared. After a hard fight to get rid of the curse spirit, she held my hand and talked to me for a long time. Her speech was as gentle and sweet as singing."

Huiyuan Huili's usually indifferent face was stained with a thin layer of blush, as if thinking of something happy: "If you can..."

Gojo Gojo felt weird and frowned.

And she quickly realized her gaffe, cleared up her expression, and smiled politely: "I accidentally said too much, sorry, Mr. Wu."

"It's ok……"

In order to hide her embarrassment, Zenyuan Huili glanced at the news on her phone with her head down, her expression changed instantly, and her fingers stopped on a section of the news page.

"Mr. Wu..." Huiyuan Huili stood up, her voice was full of anxiety, "The elevator broke down and the power was cut off. It seems that Qianliu sister is also inside!"

So Gojo Satoru couldn't stand anymore, and rushed to the elevator entrance where the floor was located, surrounded by a dense circle of people, and the maintenance workers were repairing the electrical box.

Through the tightly closed alloy door, he saw that the exclusive elevator of Qianliu of the Chanyuan stopped on the seventh floor. There were two life energy reactions in the passenger elevator, and Sakamoto should be there.

Huiyuan Huili also ran to follow, frowning, and asked, "Is Sister Qianliu in there?"

"Um……"

Gojo Satoru pressed his hand on the steel door, and in an instant, black and purple light danced and sizzled, burning a big hole for the two of them to pass through, and he stepped into the elevator shaft.

"I'll pick her up."

……

[Depression value: 80]

Kageyama Chiryu logged out of the game, pinching the bridge of her nose with a headache.The stress response of Qianliu from the Chanyuan caused the value to rise so quickly...

If you don't eliminate part of the depression value, you really can't continue playing, the game experience is too bad.

She opened the task panel with a sullen face. There are three time periods for the depression value elimination task to be selected.

A? Childhood sweetheart period (expected to clear 10-20 points)

B? Young love period (Expected to clear 5-10 points)

C? Life after marriage (expected to clear 10-15 points)

Is there a problem with the logic of this algorithm?According to her recollection, the youthful love period was the sweetest, and the AC period was somewhat depressed.

What's going on?But the deduction of the algorithm can't make mistakes... Is Qianliu from the Chanyuan a masochist?

But anyway, it's just a memory killing task, it doesn't matter.

A? Childhood sweetheart period and C? Married life period, double choice.

With a two-pronged approach, the depression value directly dropped back to 60 points!

……

In the pitch-black passenger elevator, Qianliu of the Chanyuan hugged her knees and curled up in a corner, with the cold steel box behind her.

"The maintenance personnel have arrived at the post, and the fault is being investigated. It is estimated that the power supply will be restored within 5 to 10 minutes."

Sakamoto's voice was quite steady, and in the darkness, the dim light of the watch screen reflected his face.

She said, "Yeah."

Coincidentally, because a top-secret meeting had just been concluded—communication devices were not allowed, neither of them brought a mobile phone when they went upstairs. Before entering the door, Sakamoto left the electronic watch at the door, and the watch obviously did not have lighting functions.

Zenyuan Qianliu heard Sakamoto's steady breathing, and every time he looked at the watch screen, he would be slightly stagnant, indicating that his mood was not as calm as he appeared.

It wasn't just her alone... which made her feel a little better.

It would be embarrassing to talk about being afraid of the dark.

It stands to reason that Qianliu of the Chanyuan should have been immune to the dark environment after being closed so many times, but the fear came from the bottom of her heart. Before she could keep convincing herself, the overwhelming fear overwhelmed her like sea water.

The curse spirit who doesn't know the time and the way it will attack, the fear of the unknown and danger climbs up the spine, and the whole body is cold.

She's been experiencing this since she was very young.

Qianliu's mother became insane after giving birth. She was also a member of the Zenyuan family, and feudal dogmas were firmly engraved in her brain, restricting her short and sad life.

When she found out that she was giving birth to a daughter, she was shocked. When she learned that her daughter's spell power was very weak and the spells had no future, she developed indescribable hatred for Qianliu from the Zen Academy.

Mother wanted her dead.

This woman attributed the pain of not being noticed and being tortured to Qianliu of the Zen Academy. She regarded Qianliu as a sworn enemy and tried to strangle her many times.When Qianliu was dying, he let go of his hand, hugged her and cried loudly.

The most common method used by my mother is confinement, and the confinement room in the west courtyard of the Chanyuan family has almost become the exclusive place of Qianliu in the Zenyuan.

In a pure black space, without the slightest sound or light, deprived of the five senses and consciousness, shutting it down for a few hours is enough to drive people crazy.

It is difficult for Qianliu from the Chanyuan to recall the past days. This incident left her with two things, an indelible fear of the night, and extraordinary hearing.

In the two years since she was released from the confinement room, she could even clearly hear the heart rate of others to judge the change of the other person's mood.

This sensory compensation quickly degenerated, and now it is only easier to catch breath than others.

With her extraordinary hearing ability, Zenyuan Qianliu had already remembered Wujo Wu's footsteps before she met her.

Through the tall white wall, she heard Shenzi's shallow and impatient breathing.

Qianliu of the Chanyuan remembered this person with his ears, and quietly imagined his appearance in his mind.

It is said that he has six eyes, and under the white hair is covered a pair of pupils of the sky that ignore all sentient beings.It's a pity that, as an incompetent concubine, she is not qualified to meet the noble Son of God.

The opportunity came soon, and with the repair work, Qianliu moved to another house with his mother.

The confinement room in this courtyard is on the ground, just a wall away from the main house. Sitting in the dark and small room, she can hear the slight conversation of the uncles.

At that time, Qianliu of the Zen Academy had had enough of all this.But Fu Heisher still couldn't help her, she was determined to break through from another direction.

The confinement room is often thrown into a few low-level spell spirits. By listening to the sound and identifying the position, Qianliu of the Zen Academy has been able to calmly deal with it——

But she heard the sound of Shenzi's approaching footsteps.

Qianliu of the Zen Academy immediately gave up resistance and called for help at the loudest volume in her life. The echo from the wooden floor told her that the third-level curse spirit was only half a meter away from her, but she was betting, and she always won the bet.

Suddenly, light and shadow exploded, and black and purple electric light exploded half of the room with the strong wind. The sudden influx of glaring white light made Chanyuan Qianliu cry physiologically, and immediately closed his eyes.She heard the footsteps and breathing of the Son of God, stepping steadily over the gravel and ruins, and stopped in front of her.

Zenyuan Qianliu opened her eyes. It was a face that was more delicate than she had imagined a thousand times. The boy had eyebrows and eyes like frost and snow. He looked down at her against the light, and his expression was as cold as a glacier in the extreme north.

"It's no use..." he said.

……

Later Gojo Satoru refused to admit this.

He said: "You remember wrong! I said hi wife! I knew you were my destined wife the first time I saw you..."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan smiled and asked, "Is that so?"

Gojo Satoru didn't even blink his eyes: "Of course, how could I say such things to you."

As he spoke, he couldn't help becoming narcissistic: "You must have fallen in love with me at that time. I am the hero who saved you from danger and dragged you out of the darkness..."

Zenyuan Qianliu didn't refute, and looked at him with a smile, staring at Wutiaowu, who couldn't go on, bowed his head and kissed her.

But there's really nothing wrong with that.

He is the light of thousands of streams in the Buddhist monastery, the one who brought her out of the abyss.But it's the same for others, who makes him the strongest with the mission of saving the common people.

When Qianliu in the Zen Academy cried and called to say that there was a power outage at home, Wujo Gojo was in a foreign country, and he was trying to coax people on the other end of the phone, and the sound of explosions echoed along the radio waves in Qianliu's ears.

"I have already contacted Shier, he will be here soon, don't be afraid. How about going to Hakone to soak in the hot springs when I come back? Qianliu? Qianliu, are you listening... Wife? Wife, I miss you..."

"Can you say something, Qianliu... can you say something?"

The night is a terrifying hunter, just like the countless mornings and nights in the past, the broken memory images are eroding her, tearing her apart, and attacking from all directions.

Qianliu's tears soaked her collar, and her husband, who she needed most at this time, could only say some useless words on the other end of the communication device.She leaned sadly against the window to shine the moonlight, expecting a familiar figure to appear at the door.

It turns out that he does not appear every time, he is not a hero who belongs to Qianliu of the Zen Academy.

With the wind and snow on the way, she retreated into the abyss.

……

Leaning against the cold elevator car, Qianliu of the Zen Academy was once again enveloped in suffocating despair.

She counted the seconds silently, the regular numbers slightly distracting.

The person who came that time was Fu Heisher, who appeared at the door of the house stepping on the moonlight, and verbally disliked Qianliu of the Zen Academy for being so timid but young, but stayed in the guest room that night, and had a meal with her the next day— —Although she paid for it.

Later, Fu Heihui grew up and knew that she was afraid of the dark, so she would keep the light on at all times and learned how to change the fuse.He said sister, don't be afraid, I will accompany you.

Thinking of his family, Zenyuan Qianliu felt a little better.

At least not alone anymore.

After an unknown period of time, the hum of explosions came from the bottom of the shaft.

……

Within a few seconds, Gojo Satoru reappeared at the elevator entrance holding her sideways, even holding Sakamoto by the collar with ease, and landed firmly on the ground.

Zenyuan Qianliu was still trembling slightly all over his body, except for his pale face, he looked no different from ordinary people.

She said, "Thank you, Wu-jun. Put me down."

Although Gojo Satoru wanted to hug her for a while longer, the people gathered around had already started gossiping and whispering. Considering how thin-skinned she was, she obediently let her go.

Gojo Satoru asked, "How long have you been locked in there?"

She replied weakly: "About 6 minutes and 40 seconds."

Such a clear count stunned him, and he paused for a while before saying, "Sorry, I'm late."

Zenyuan Qianliu bent his eyes and smiled at him, but showed no obvious emotion.

I have heard this kind of words enough, from boredom to hysteria, now it is just like a gust of wind blowing past my ears, leaving nothing behind.

However, Wujo Wu was a little flustered when he saw her calm and calm appearance, and his heart felt uncomfortable.

He intuited that the future Gojo Satoru would probably be disqualified as a husband, so Qianliu from the Buddhist monastery had no expectations of him.In retrospect, it was her brother who she subconsciously asked for help on the day of the power outage.

Qianliu never seemed to depend on him.She didn't tell Gojo Satoru about her illness, and even if she knew that she knew about her illness, she didn't want to talk to him in detail.

He held Qianliu's icy palm in the Buddhist temple, kissed his fingertips affectionately, looked her in the eye, and promised in a low voice, "I will come back sooner in the future, don't be afraid... Qianliu, you can rely on me."

Even such a nervous and sincere confession failed to impress her.

The expression of Qianliu from the Chanyuan did not change significantly, but smiled at him gently: "Okay."

Her indifference was like icy water splashed on the face, freezing Gojo Satoru's blood, and her heart ached from the cold liquid flowing through.

He pursed his lips, wanting to say a few more words to prove his sincerity, but Zenyuan Qianliu had already recovered, pulled back the hand he was holding, and turned to talk to Secretary Sakamoto.

Gojo Satoru's expression was hurt and dazed, but Qianliu didn't give him any extra eyes, and left in a hurry.

So while he was in a daze, he just took two steps forward, but suddenly found that Zenyuan Huili standing beside him looked even sadder than him.

Her eyes were glued to the back of Qianliu from the Buddhist monastery who was gradually leaving, as if she was about to cry.

Gojo Satoru felt that it was against the law, and in a flash, a terrible thought that had never appeared before came to his mind.

He instinctively wanted to deny it, but this thought could explain many things he couldn't figure out.

No way……

Gojo Satoru said, "You really care about Qianliu."

He was always ready to capture the reaction of Chanyuan Eili.However, she still hasn't closed her eyes on Qianliu's back, she just murmured: "Yes."

So Wujo Wujo said categorically, "She hates you."

Zenyuan Huili turned her head suddenly, the corners of her mouth sank, and her eyes burst out with a light that seemed to be mixed with hatred and pleasure.

"Maybe, but I just care about Sister Qianliu in general, because she is really afraid of the dark..."

She pulled out a smile, as if she didn't bother to pretend any more: "Speaking of which, we are about to get divorced, but Mr. Wu still cares about Sister Qianliu very much."

...?

what?

With a few simple words, she dropped an atomic bomb into Gojo Satoru's mind, and where he went, there was not a single blade of grass growing. The explosion caused his nerves to melt, and he almost lost the ability to think.

This is... what are you talking about?

He is going to divorce Qianliu?is that so?

The corners of Zenyuan Huili's mouth widened, and he showed him a victorious smile: "Sorry, did I mention your sadness?"

And Gojo Satoru had no time to appreciate the deep meaning in her expression, he was overwhelmed by the unbelievable amount of information in this sentence, and the huge panic soaked through his limbs and bones, leaving no room for breathing.

He needed proof, so he immediately rushed to the door of Qianliu's office in the Buddhist monastery.She was chatting with someone inside, and it was that damned Osamu Dazai again, and a man she didn't know.

Gojo Satoru sat on the sofa outside the living room, wringing his fingers unconsciously, almost out of breath with anxiety.

He almost wanted to barge in right away, ask loudly whether it was true or not, and get a negative answer, which had to be no.otherwise……

What else?Qianliu... Qianliu is going to divorce him.

During the time of cranky thinking, he remembered many details that he hadn't thought about carefully before.For example, a friend hesitates to speak, for example, the room of Qianliu in the Buddhist monastery.

There is no trace of Gojo Satoru's life in her room, no matter how you look at it, it is just a woman's room living alone. There is no large wedding photo on the wall, and the small group photo pressed in the bedside table looks too pitiful.

Mounting evidence points to an answer he doesn't want to accept.

Gojo Satoru's fingers gradually became cold, and his brain was spinning rapidly. He wanted to deduce how the marriage became like this, and how to remedy it?

But the future idiot Gojo Satoru doesn't even know that Qianliu is sick, so will he really have a chance?

……

When Qianliu from the Buddhist monastery bid farewell to the guest and gave him a puzzled look, Gojo Satoru had already calmed down, his face was gloomy and thoughtful.

He said bluntly: "Qianliu, are we going to get a divorce?"

The sudden question stunned Qianliu from the Buddhist monastery for a moment, and she smiled: "Why do you think so?"

Even though she concealed it quickly, the flaw at that moment was still caught by the six eyes, Gojo Satoru's heart was half cold, and there was a dull pain in his chest.

"Don't lie to me...I get it." He just said that, with painful eyes, "We're getting a divorce, right? It's my fault."

Zenyuan Qianliu sat beside him, somewhat apologetic, hesitant to speak.

"Don't get a divorce, okay?" He said earnestly, stumbling out of the language he had organized a long time ago, "I... I must have done something wrong, which made you unhappy. But I will change it. You Don't leave me, I love you the most."

"Wu Jun..."

Her sigh-like tone confirmed the known answer.

"Stop coaxing me, I don't want to hear what you said." Gojo Wu raised his eyes to look at her, his blue eyes filled with pleading, "I also know that you are sick, don't let Nitzi tell the other me, right? Why are you Don't tell him? Don't you communicate?"

Qianliu from the Chanyuan smiled: "This is not something you should think about."

"Why don't I think about it? You're going to divorce me. You don't want me anymore. I don't know anything else. You have to tell me why."

Wujo Wu's voice was stubborn, but it was so brittle that it would break if touched: "I like you so much, don't you want me, did he do something wrong? Did he cheat? Do you think he cheated? Got it?"

"It does not matter……"

"What's not important? You just think he cheated? It's impossible. I'm the same person as him. I know. I don't think much of anyone except you. Those flowers and plants other than you don't even care about it." Not really, I want the best... Don't get me wrong, I only like you."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan tried to calm him down a bit, and comforted him: "Okay, can you calm down? He and I haven't divorced yet, and we are in the stage of negotiating."

However, Gojo Satoru raised his voice: "Can I still not know? You won't look back after you make a decision. You say it's a divorce agreement, but in fact you just want to get rid of me."

During the past few months of getting along, he also deeply understood that there is a diamond heart wrapped in Qianliu's soft and weak appearance.

She doesn't belong to a certain kind of rose with thorns. Although she is thorny, she can be picked by others. She is a stubborn character who can't be shaken by anyone.

Qianliu from the Chanyuan smiled and said, "What are you throwing away...you treat yourself like an object. Don't be like this..."

"Things that are not needed by you, you will throw them away. Throwing me away is no more difficult than throwing away a coat... Qianliu, you are too cruel. You are gentle to everyone and indifferent to everyone."

Gojo Satoru's throat also became stuffy, and his pupils were slightly moist, "You said you liked me, but you kept the divorce and illness from me. Why is your liking so small? Give it to me again." Chance. I'm sure I'm not making a mistake of principle, am I?"

Seeing her silence, Gojo Wu took advantage of the victory to pursue him again: "You are not happy, it must be my fault. If you are not satisfied, just scold me and hit me. I will definitely not fight back. I will listen to you. Don't separate, okay? I like you the most, and only you."

He almost begged: "Qianliu, don't leave me."

The windows are wide open, the silent wind, wrapped in coolness penetrates the fabric of the clothes, piercing into people's hearts.

The expression of Qianliu from the Chanyuan still didn't change a bit. She thought for a while, looked Wujo Wu's eyes at the same level, and said seriously: "Mr. Wu, your perception of this matter was wrong at the beginning."

"what?"

She showed a chilling smile, and said something that made Gojo Gojo stand still: "The first person to propose a divorce is you."

As if he couldn't see his astonishment, Qianliu of the Chanyuan continued to explain calmly: "I didn't agree at first, but after thinking about it, my marriage is no different from being widowed. So I nodded, and it turned out that I was about to discuss the division of property , you are here."

"To tell you the truth, Wu-jun..." She sighed, "I've been through a lot of pain these years, I think it's the same with or without you, and I've lost too much time and energy for your favorite cause, until now Now I don’t talk about whether it’s worth it or not. After all, I did love you, and love doesn’t matter whether it’s worth it or not.”

Gojo Satoru's eyes slowly turned red: "No, it's not..."

He almost choked up a little, and wanted to cover his ears, afraid of hearing Qianliu from the Chanyuan continue to say hurtful words, there is no lower limit and there is no way to stop such harm.

But Qianliu from the Chanyuan did not show mercy to him this time. Her green eyes were as gentle as spring water, but her words were like knives.

"Wu Jun...if it's possible. This is what I wanted to ask before." She paused, "After you go back, don't know me, I think this marriage with you...is very painful, Not worth it."

"Qianliu..." Gojo Satoru murmured, "I'm sorry...but. But can you not get a divorce? I don't know...you feel so uncomfortable. I will really change it."

Unknowingly, his tears flowed down blankly, wet his snow-white eyelashes.

"I'm sorry..." Zenyuan Qianliu frowned, and handed him a handkerchief, "Maybe I shouldn't have told you this... After all, this is my grievance with Wu. But, I really do..."

She shut up.Because Gojo Satoru's tears had already slid down her cheeks and hit the back of her hand, the warm tears almost burned her skin.

Zenyuan Qianliu stared at him blankly, still distressed to death, this is the man she has loved for more than ten years.

However, the heartache was heartache, and there was no regret at all. She only felt that her chest was empty. She still loved this person, but she had also been liberated from love.

She watched him weep in bewilderment and pain, feeling a little relieved and helpless.

Still young.

Qianliu from the Chanyuan helped him wipe away the tears, and sighed slowly: "Mr. Wu... In this world, there is no one who can't live without him."

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