"Why? Why?" Violet got goosebumps from hearing this masochistic statement.
"I feel happy no matter what we do, as long as we're together. I've never had someone like that before! I don't know why, but I don't feel disgusted living with you, and I even get happiness from you sometimes."
"So I think it would be a good idea to make you my ideal partner. Go ahead and play pranks on me, I'll try my best to control my anger," Wu Yu said longingly.
"Is Mr. Wu Yu, the lecherous fellow, trying to take advantage of me again?" Violet began to look at Wu Yu warily again.
"No, I just suddenly felt that maybe I could fall in love with this world through you. After all, my likes and feelings have never disappeared. People have to learn to adapt to life." Wu Yu started saying those incomprehensible things again.
Fortunately, Violet was already used to this, and the best way to deal with it was to refuse to talk to him.
It seemed that his intermittent nervous disorder had subsided, and Wu Yu began to ask about serious matters again: "Did the Sword Saint leave any words when he left, such as when he would come back to find me?"
“There’s nothing about Wu Yu. He just asked about my situation. The Sword Saint and my brother are old acquaintances, so he probably won’t bother you, Wu Yu, anymore,” Violet replied.
"It's like the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple—family members don't recognize each other anymore! Jack's methods are really wild; I almost got beaten up by him for nothing," Wu Yu complained.
With the Sword Saint gone, Wu Yu felt a significant weight lifted off his shoulders. He stood up, stretched his arms, and announced, "Let's start packing. We can't be late for the first day of class tomorrow."
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