Her name is Xiao Xuanqiu.
It's a grass. Autumn is ripe and can swallow up people's sadness.
His name is Xiao Xun. Has patent rights. There are drawings. There is her.
They poured negative emotions into her body, and she swallowed them, blooming one flower after another. Rich people queued up, and powerful people rushed to make reservations. Everyone said that the Xiao family had performed miracles, without side effects and flawlessly.
But no one asked her how much she could hold.
Then the state called a halt. She disappears with him. Later, the blueprints were stolen and the spare core was turned into a game. Tens of millions of players poured in to defeat monsters, level up, and vent their emotions. They called her "Qiu" and said she was the most heartwarming NPC.
They were stuffing things into her.
She is laughing.
He is looking for her.
Deep in the core, the daylily is withering.
Concept: Creation is a sin, deep love is a seal - a truly lived soul should not be used as a tool to be destroyed. To love to the extreme is to let her go and let her sleep.