She is just a little god of death who came from time-travel, a king of out-of-line slander and complaints, with a little bit of a black belly, who occasionally pretends to be 13 and sometimes is serious. The so-called blood feud is just the harvest of soy sauce.
He is just a little god of death, serious and responsible, with a little bit of arrogance. He is occasionally useless and occasionally stupid, but his past losses have made him extraordinarily persistent.
"I don't want to lose another important person."
"It's obviously just a little bit... Just a little bit close to catching your hand..."
Their road is very long, and happiness is swaying a little in their busy life.
The perseverance under the blade, the smile of the fireworks festival.
She rolled her eyes and complained impatiently, and he responded helplessly with a black line on his face.
May the years be peaceful and the world be stable.