Love is a chasing game. No matter you or I, we were already played by him before we even realized it. From beginning to end, we never escaped...
Across the stars, at the dividing line of fate, a human priest and a vampire met unexpectedly...
If love is a chase, then the chase between them, the intertwined pursuit of black and white - is it as bright and dazzling as the fiery red rose, or is it a poignant and deadly poppy?
When the snow-white poppies bloom into enchanting manjus and sandals, and when the thorns of the roses are smoothed away by the fingers of lovers, will they still struggle in the whirlpool of fate?
Don't forget.
Feelings are just a game.
"In that case, let's make this game big..." Among the fiery red petals and poppies, the vampire slowly turned around, with blood-red eyes and fangs flashing on his evil face.
The snow-white priest's long hair is dancing in the wind, that thin figure, and the slightly chestnut hair trembling gently in the wind - these are the traces that were once frozen for vampires; risking their lives to come to the supreme holy land of the vampires just to find traces of him.
But now, his heart is withering.
The poppies are also withering.
When the first petal withers, is it trust or heart that withers?
The second petal withers, and what goes with the wind is the warmth of your fingertips or the previous greetings?
White robe fluttering, when you finally caught up with me, I just wanted to hold the poppy you once gave me and ask you lightly:
"Have you had enough of this game?"
In the corner, poppies are still blooming quietly.