The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Dong Yangping was taken aback.

How do you know?

I've seen that expression on your face before.

Shen Er said, "Many people who want to run away have this expression."

Dongyang Ping opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself speechless.

She didn't look at him again.

He lowered his head and continued to look at the sleeping Xiang Nai Huihui.

"I used to want to run away too," he said softly. "I ran away from the Zen temple and lived on my own. I thought it was great, free, and nobody cared about me."

"Later I met Huihui."

He paused.

"I don't want to run anymore."

Dongyang Ping remained silent.

After a long silence, he asked, "Why?"

Shen Er did not answer immediately.

He was silent for a long time.

Dongyang Ping thought he wouldn't answer anymore.

Then he spoke.

"Because someone is waiting for you to come back."

He didn't look at Dongyang Ping when he said this.

But Dong Yangping understood the weight of those words.

Someone is waiting for you to come back.

So I don't want to run.

That's why I'm willing to stay, and that's why I'm willing to face everything.

Dongyang Ping looked at Shen Er.

Looking at this man, this man who once killed without blinking an eye, now sitting by the hospital bed, watching over his sleeping wife, there was not a trace of malice on his face.

Only peace.

Only gentleness.

There was only one thing that Dongyang Ping couldn't explain.

That thing is called home.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Xiang Naihui woke up.

She rubbed her eyes and saw Shen Er still sitting by the bed, and smiled.

"You didn't leave?"

"They didn't leave."

"Sitting like that all the time? Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired."

Xiang Naihui reached out and touched his face.

"It's time to shave your beard."

"Um."

"Remember to shave when you get home tonight."

"it is good."

"Bring a few books with you when you come tomorrow. I'm bored lying here."

"it is good."

"And what about Mr. Yangping?"

Dong Yangping walked over from the window: "I'm here."

Xiang Naihui looked at him and said with a smile, "Mr. Yangping, you've spent the whole day with me. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard work," Dong Yangping said. "It's what I should do."

"Shen Erjun, you're so lucky to have a friend like you."

Xiang Naihui said earnestly, "He didn't have many friends before. He was used to being alone. Now that you're here, I feel much more at ease."

Dongyang Ping glanced at Shen Er.

Shen Er's face remained expressionless, but her ears turned red.

"I will take care of him," Dong Yangping said.

"That's good." Kana Huihui smiled.

In the evening, the doctor came to make rounds.

He was an elderly doctor in his fifties, with gray hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

He carefully examined Xiang Naihui's condition and looked at the monitoring data, his expression serious.

"How is it going?" Shen asked.

The doctor remained silent for a few seconds.

"The situation is currently relatively stable."

He said, "But the risks of a C-section two months later are still very high. We will do our best, but you also need to be mentally prepared."

Shen Er's expression changed slightly.

But he quickly regained his composure.

"I see."

After the doctor left, the ward became quiet.

Kana Huihui held Shen Er's hand.

"It's alright," she whispered. "We'll be safe."

Shen Er did not speak.

He simply held her hand tightly.

Dong Yangping felt a lump in his throat as he watched this scene.

He recalled the ending of the original story.

Kana Huihui is dead.

She even sold the child, became a sorcerer assassin again, and finally died at the hands of Gojo Satoru.

But this is reality.

Xiang Naihui is still alive.

Even though she was still by his side.

Nobody knows what will happen two months from now.

But at least for now—they're still together.

This is hope.

Dong Yangping suddenly realized that his earlier thought of "running abroad" was somewhat ridiculous.

It's not that he can't run.

But what happened after he ran away? Did he just watch these people die?

Watching Shen Er revert to being that killer with nowhere to go?

Watching Kanae Huihui's child become an orphan?

He can't.

He can disregard the world.

But he couldn't ignore these people.

These are the people who consider him a friend.

These are the people who are willing to trust him.

These are the people... who make him feel that life has some meaning.

At 7 p.m., Dong Yangping prepared to take his leave.

Xiang Naihui held his hand and gave him a lot of instructions—make sure Shen Er eats on time, make him rest more, and make him not to always have a serious face.

Dongyang Ping agreed to everything.

She even escorted him to the elevator.

Just before the elevator doors opened, Shen Er suddenly said, "Don't take what you just said to heart."

Dong Yangping was taken aback: "What did you say?"

"If you want to run away," Shen Er said, "everyone has that thought. It's no big deal."

Dong Yangping looked at him.

"What about you? Will you have one?"

Shen Er remained silent for a second.

"It used to be there," he said. "But it's gone now."

"Because here, someone is waiting for me to go back."

The elevator doors opened.

Dongyangping went inside.

Before closing the door, he said, "Then I'm leaving. See you tomorrow."

Shen Er nodded.

The elevator doors closed.

Dong Yangping leaned against the elevator wall and closed his eyes.

He suddenly understood.

I don't fully understand.

But I understand a little bit, just a little bit is enough.

It was already 9 p.m. when we got back to Saitama Prefecture.

Dong Yangping walked into the courtyard and saw that the light next door was still on.

Ninety-nine Yuki was by the window, writing and drawing on a strange instrument.

She saw Dong Yangping, put down her pen, and opened the window.

"You're back? How's Huihui?"

"I'm alright," Dong Yangping said. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"We're researching it." Yuki pointed to the instruments. "We made a new discovery today. Your bioelectric frequency has some kind of resonance with the brainwaves of ordinary people. It might be useful for treatment."

Dongyang Ping nodded.

He watched Tsukumo Yuki's busy figure and suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

This woman is also relentlessly pursuing something.

Pursue your ideals, pursue your own answers.

It's crazy, but I'm very serious.

"Oh, right." Yuki Tsukumo suddenly turned around, "You got a phone call today. It was from a kid, and his voice sounded like that annoying brat from yesterday."

Dong Yangping was taken aback.

Gojo Satoru?

"What did he say?"

"He said—" Tsukumo Yuki cleared her throat, mimicking Gojo Satoru's lazy tone, "'Tell that big guy that next time we meet, I'll go find him.'"

Dong Yangping: "..."

Dongyangping actually found it quite annoying, and he didn't want to deal with Gojo Satoru right now because the kid was hard to fool.

"Anything else?"

"That's all." Yuki Tsukumo shrugged.

"But for some reason, I feel like this kid looks down on me."

Dong Yangping wasn't surprised by this.

But the rest is a headache for him to deal with.

That brat will definitely come again sometime.

And the next time we meet, it definitely won't be that simple.

Dong Yangping went into his room.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

The scene from today flashed through my mind.

Kana Huihui's smile.

The way he peeled the apple.

The scene shows the two sitting opposite each other eating.

And then there's what Shen said—"Because someone is waiting for you to come back."

Someone is waiting for you to come back.

So I don't want to run.

So I'm willing to stay.

Therefore, I am willing to face everything.

Dongyang Ping closed his eyes.

He recalled the world he lived in before he traveled through time.

Thinking back on those hazy memories, it seems there were moments like that too.

Someone is waiting for him to go back.

But that was a very, very long time ago.

So long ago, he almost forgot.

So long that he thought he didn't need it anymore.

But today, looking at Shen Er and Xiang Nai Hui Hui, he suddenly remembered—it turns out he wanted that too.

It turns out he also hoped that someone would be waiting for him to return.

But who is that person?

he does not know.

Perhaps it hasn't appeared yet.

Perhaps it will never happen.

But at least—he can become that kind of person first.

Be someone others can wait for.

That's not bad either.

Dongyang Ping opened his eyes.

The moonlight streamed in through the window and fell on his face.

He smiled, a very soft and faint smile.

Then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

That night, he had a dream.

In my dream, there was a blurry figure standing in the distance, waiting for him to walk over.

He couldn't see who it was.

But he knew that was the person he wanted to see.

In his dream, he took a step and walked towards that person.

Step by step, we're getting closer and closer.

Then--

He woke up.