Thousands of years of sunlight cast a golden halo on his cold, pale skin. When she was born, the Spirit Drop was born, possessing her body and protecting her safety. But he can't escape the ominous resentment poison.
If the sky has feelings, the sky will grow old, and if the moon has no hatred, it will grow round.
He is the god of death, seeking his life every night to see her misfortune.
She is a skeleton, wandering around the world, infatuated and passionate