Roses grow wildly in the courtyard, the enchanting red color surrounds the ancient church, and the sweet fragrance lingers on every believer who comes in and out, just like the sweet blessings of angels to them. However, they are children forgotten by God, walking alone in the endless night, and they still believe in God ridiculously. The flowers of evil nourished by blood and hatred bloom in the heart, swaying in the wind, and reveal a dangerous fragrance. [Lock text description: The author found a bug in the first two chapters, so he decided to rewrite the full text and temporarily locked the full text, please understand]