Play with Flowers

Su Yuyao never thought that the end of the journey would be a prison cage. Most of the time, Shen Wan is gentle. She would comb her long hair and whisper anecdotes from the spiritual world. The warmth in her eyes could melt the ice, but whenever those eyes were stained with scarlet, the tenderness would be torn apart in an instant, revealing a crazy undertone. "Yaoyao, don't leave me." Shen Wan's fingertips caressed her neck, her smile was gentle but unquestionably paranoid. Shen Wan, who was repeatedly pulled between the two states, was like a time bomb. Su Yuyao couldn't defeat him, couldn't escape, his spiritual power became a decoration, and his life was in the opponent's hands. She coveted the occasional warmth, but was also afraid of the madness that might break out in those eyes at any time. In this caged situation in the name of love, who will sink first and who will survive?