Gu Xiaoyan, the emperor of the underground dark area of Country C, always has the cold glow of a platinum lighter around his fingertips. From the mud at the underground river wharf to the gilded dome of Wangyou City, he used his ruthlessness to conquer the thorns and sit on the throne. Hidden in the left ear hearing aid is the wind that refuses to be tamed, and his lonely courage that has been silent for half his life. That day, the lamp in the library flickered red, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the beautiful shadow of a rose - it was a stunning beauty raised in warm-scented soft jade, unstained by the hustle and bustle of the world. I don't know whether this delicate rose will be the light that he desperately tries to hold in the palm of his hand even though he is trapped in the darkness, or whether he will end up in the endless cold night.
Here, it withered silently.
Intention: Hold hands at the end of the abyss and use each other as light.