Buried in Blood and Tears for Thousands of Years

Have you ever heard of the curse that if you are poisoned by the black rose flower, it will be eaten up by hell bats? That notebook exuding the fragrance of lilies and covered with black rose vines records my longing for you for thousands of years, my painful and helpless resentment, and in the long river of time, the owner of this notebook screamed selfishly. Open it and we'll all be devoured by hell. What is the price of blood? I spent a thousand years thinking about it, and finally realized that it is a window that I can never touch, and it belongs only to you. In these bloody years, I was the only one sitting there, stupidly, stupidly, waiting. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.