My most gentle sister is dead, what's the point of my existence in this world? Touching her face as pale as snow, crystal liquid flowed from my eyes. I used my parents' blood to paint colorful manjus and sandals in the church. I lowered my head and kissed my sister's forehead. My blood-like hair was intertwined with my sister's snow-like hair. I am a mandala flower that grew up on the other side of hell, and my sister is a mandala flower without any flaws. A blood flower bloomed on my chest, and I thought it was over. Unexpectedly, in my previous life, I died in the red flowers painted with blood, and now I am reborn in the sea of flowers on the other side...