A short story, neither short nor long, written by a stubborn flower field.
The sunflower chases the sun, and its other name is sunflower.
It longs for the sun.
Because of a call to transform, he has been chasing the three-legged golden crow. Regardless of karma or merit, that is its way. Even death cannot change its way. It is following the sun.
The luster of the sun is the color of its petals, golden, and like a fire, burning up the wilderness.
Sunflower Demon × Demon Emperor Jun BE is possible, because the ending I conceived is relatively sad, it depends on the situation qwq