A wretched thing, gloomy and ominous.
A calamity shrouded in blackness from head to toe.
Sickly, hateful, die!
They say there was once a boy in Tianshui whom everyone avoided. His presence was like a gloomy cloud, and thinking of him felt like falling ill. His every manner was uncanny, like a monster or a demon!
My name is An Ran, and I’m also called Wu Yang.
The person who named me hoped I would be safe and sound.
[The blurb is a mess~ A dark, bleak, healing story. If you like this kind of thing, feel free to add it to your collection and give it a look. Yao Yao thanks you! Original dark, bleak stories like this are a tiny niche on Shuke.]
