Gojo Satoru walked onto the very familiar path, laughing, alone.
Gojo Satoru thought that there should be at least a kiss or a flesh-crushing hug between them.
But they had nothing, leaving only the residual warmth of light touch.
"If you were happy, I would probably cry before you."
They became lifelong friends. When the pages of the book were turned, Gojo Satoru could only smile, with splashes of water, and his bright eyes narrowed: "Jie is my lifelong best friend."
Goodbye, my friend.
Gojo Satoru waved his hand, but Xia Youjie said nothing, so Gojo Satoru walked up to him.
Maybe he laughed for too long and his voice trembled.
"Jay, see you tomorrow."
The tip of his tongue curled slightly, and three words rolled out of his throat. See you tomorrow. Xia Youjie couldn't hear his own voice.
Necessary statement: I am xp-beautiful, powerful, miserable, war-damaged, sickly and weak, beautiful woman suffering. Prefer be, gentle knife, sour literature
Concept: A sense of BE unique to Xia Wu