The door to Cairnleat Manor is always closed.
Legend has it that there is a strange tree growing underground in the manor.
Every thousand years a strange fruit will be produced
By then
The melancholy flowers are still blooming
But the butterfly has already gone away
Because compared to the fragrance of flowers
That touch of blue in the darkness
That's what I'm looking for in my short life
please don't forget
Because this is a memory that only belongs to us
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
