No one thought that in this peaceful world, there is a special substance that is hated and revered by the world. Its existence, without exception, is either tolerated or abandoned by the world.
In the long course of history, legends will inevitably appear, but they are so absurd that they are truly classified as legends and forgotten by the world. I don't know how many days and nights have passed, but the legend has been confirmed step by step. She loves flowers but hates sunflowers. She exchanged everything for her tragicism. This is just part of the so-called "Sunflower Project". This is fate. Everything is going according to plan. It may only require a sacrifice to quell the disaster, but nothing can really be changed...?
