A weird fanfic of the God of Death... The original heroine needs to be approached with caution and caution. = =
Unable to seek is a kind of poison that penetrates deep into the bones and blood, but the pain is followed like a shadow. The longer it goes on, the more difficult it is to resolve, and the more obsessed you are with obsession.
Until the end, when the true purpose has long been obscured, persistence becomes an end in itself.
Will it no longer matter whether the rose is red or white?
No matter which one is climbed, broken, and played with, the one remaining on the branch will become the most beautiful one that will never wither.
It's just pitiful, three lives and three lifetimes, separation and reunion, joys and sorrows, all dreams of lovesickness are in vain.
If nothing is revealed, it will be empty after all.