There is a myth and an ancient curse.
The perfect combination of moon and night
She is the queen who rules the people of darkness
She is more beautiful than anything
However——
she will fall in love with someone
make her deadly angel
then
wither into a delicate flower
Withered overnight
Go to hell
Never be reborn...
She is the second victim
Met him in the sea of people——
Someone who makes her worth dying for.
She wandered blankly at the intersection of death,
He lets go in pain
finally
Death will make the curse
What kind of myth has it become?