Between him and her, there was a blood debt that was as painful as bone marrow, and there was also a struggling poppy-like love. How should I treat you, my love? My enemy?
The love of the poppy itself is watered by blood, so it blooms so brightly! Isn't it?
To put it simply, it is a story about a scumbag who becomes a loyal dog. He is cruel at first and sweet at the end.
In fact, there is nothing in this world that can definitely hurt you. As long as you are cold enough and sudden enough. Enough to stop caring about everything. As long as you slowly polish your heart into a smooth and hard stone. Just think of yourself as dead. Then, nothing in this world can hurt you.