"How is it? Is the mortal world fun?"
"Is it interesting to come all the way here just to watch?"
"Boy, do you want to see the real world of mortals? Bring your male worm and I will show you."
These words kept echoing in his ears. Ashlit chuckled, feeling like he was back to the original point.
In this month, he has traveled everywhere he can.
As the most perfect work of a certain sapiosexual, he chose to come here with a narrow escape, and now he chooses to go back with a narrow escape.
Go back to find him.
"I can't remember it." The person sitting on the bed had a look of displeasure on his face, saying, "I just don't remember it. What do you think?"
Everyone didn't take it seriously and directly gave her additional information.
She nodded expressionlessly as she listened, thinking to herself, are people here so crazy?
Great, let's pretend for now.
Then she knew that it was no longer her, but him.
Much later, he asked:
"It turns out that memory is really a problem. Why do you have it? Why do you want to tamper with my memory?"
"Just because I like you? So you just trample on me like this?"
"No one forced you to choose me in the beginning. You chose me yourself. Or are you just using me as a substitute because you can't get my brother?"
"Get away."
Ashlit remained silent, waiting for him to finish venting, then turned around and left.
Several messages were sent from his terminal at this time.
[You shouldn't admit it, it was my own will in the first place.
[You shouldn't make my brother suffer like this. I let you be by his side to make him happy.
[Go back and pick him up, it's time. Bring him to my place.
Purpose: Face the truth and live well
