Jujutsu Sorcerer

Rustle—

"It feels like you're using me as a tree to unload all your troubles on..."

After hurrying back to the dorm from the crowd, Mo Bai immediately summoned Mo Hei from the shadows.

"Sorry. I really was trying to avoid some things back then."

At that, Mo Hei's complaints stopped at once.

Plop.

He dropped onto the sofa beside Mo Bai, folded his arms, and sat there looking sullen.

"That's why I kept trying to stop you from looking at those memories."

Resentment filled Mo Hei's voice.

"Sorry, but I felt I had to know about those things."

Mo Bai gave him another apologetic smile.

"Stop apologizing. You're the original. No matter how much I complain, I can't change what you decide to do."

Tap, tap, tap—

As Mo Hei spoke, he jiggled his leg and lightly kicked the table in front of him.

"You used to say you didn't care about the past, but in the end, you dove straight into Christopher's script anyway."

As Mo Hei said this, he looked at Mo Bai beside him.

More precisely, he looked at the black coat Mo Bai wore.

It was what Mo Bai had worn in his original world.

Now that Mo Hei thought about it, if Mo Bai truly didn't care about the past, he would have changed out of that coat long ago.

"I didn't expect that either..."

Mo Bai lowered his head and sighed softly.

"You even lied to yourself... Now that you've proved you do care about the past, what about everything else?"

Mo Hei continued questioning him.

"What do you mean?"

Perhaps because he was still processing those memories, Mo Bai didn't immediately grasp what Mo Hei meant.

"You also used to say your own life came first, and that not all lives carried