Legend has it that there is a flower called Zong'an. From one seed, two seedlings will grow. One of them will become stronger and stronger, and the other will slowly wither until it dies. The remaining one will become the real Zong'an. Its color is a cruel and chaotic blood red, like a mixture of half-lived flesh and soul.
Now, brother, I will be your brother in the next life
Brother, can you be so gentle to just me?
Brother, don't leave, let's be together forever, okay?
Brother, it's because,,,, I,,, I love you
Brother, I swear with my soul that I will never betray, so can I stay?