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1.
On February 4, 2018, Gojo Satoru picked up a cotton doll in front of Xia Youjie's grave.
The dirty doll was covered in blood and stains, and the stitches collapsed to reveal the cotton wool inside. It still insisted on blocking his way.
I don't know whether it was the effect of alcohol or the familiar face, but Gojo Satoru finally took it home.
He carefully stitched up its wounds, cleaned it, and helped it tie up small balls - Hey, why does it still not look so happy?
Wu: I understand, you want me to praise its cry!
Wu (seriously): Jie, can you only squeak?
Jie:……=_=#
2.
Xia Youjie felt that he had slept for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he was squatting in front of his tomb again, waiting for someone to take him away.
Um? Wait, again? His own tomb?
Inexplicably shrunken and infantilized in thinking, Jie decided to give up thinking and hold his owner's lap honestly, planning a big plan to save the world when he had nothing to do.
Unfortunately, what should I do if the owner always refuses to cooperate?
Well, let's start by eating ten cursed jade in one meal, goddamn daddy!
Intention: Actually I just want to see you again
