I want to write a story, a story about family, friendship and love.
Angels and Shura have supreme power, but they are the extremes of blood and purity. When angels have no ties and fall into endless darkness, when their hands are full of blood and they are lost on the way to heaven... If I am really an angel who accidentally fell into the world, I will definitely not be able to go back to that so-called heaven. So, is there the legendary Manzhu Shahua in the Yama Palace of the Easterners? Is there a flower that blooms silently? Fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, even if God gives me nothing, I still want to use these hands, these bloody hands, to hold something - Mu Nian