She fell from the tree.
"Ah, what a wounded bird." Eight eyes heard him exclaim.
The wound that penetrated her right arm was still bleeding, and she had to cover the wound with force to slow down the blood loss.
"It's a good thing that you met the kind-hearted Gojo-sama. Seeing as how badly injured you are, you can't compete with Sai." Gojo Satoru was talking to himself. Seeing that Yami didn't answer, he was a little annoyed: "Hey, don't you feel any pain?" Who can scare someone with a poker face.
Hachime looked at Gojo Satoru against the sunlight: "It hurts." His tone was as calm as saying that the temperature today is 25 degrees Celsius.
"You're kidding me?" Gojo Satoru naturally didn't believe it, because he didn't even notice the mood swings of the man in front of him.
"No, it really hurts." She replied, "It's rude, but I'm going to faint now, I'm sorry." As soon as she finished speaking, she fell back.
The first time she saw him, she yearned for the pale blue.
Emotionally stable heroine*285
Intention: The day of confession will never come
