A mess of people, a mess of love and hate.
There is a lot about You Xia.
All the imperfections turned out to be so perfect that it was unbearable to notice the moment they were patched up! However - so many imperfections only create an explanation, is it worth it?
Our appearance is so dazzling, but our essence is like the fire that burns corpses, the bloodthirsty bats, the night of the world... We are corpse menders! Our existence is only due to an obsessive doubt - who gave the God of Death the right to decide human life and death.
Maybe our souls are dark and our bodies are dirty, maybe we have gone through a lot of hardships, but don't deny that we are still yearning for love like the first children.
The war a thousand years ago has not yet ended. Will it happen again now?
After all the scars, will everything come to an end?