The girl opened her eyes. For a moment, there seemed to be a rough sea in her brain, roaring at her through a wall. When she didn't know where to place her gaze, a plain and elegant white dress broke into her field of vision. "Who are you?" "Your master." "Who am I?" "Lan Moxi."
Her life cycled between the two concepts of amnesia and memories. Life was like a pendulum clock, repeating her pain. When he accompanied her to find her true identity, Pluto returned to the world...
"Do you want the flowers to fall back and find their way back?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
