Mad Mother Maria

A story with mixed emotions. The heroine was really rough, going through various life and death events in the dark age, including illness, disasters, and disasters. She has always been resolute and decisive like a rock, but she has developed a true and deep maternal love for the god of death, even though the child is not her flesh and blood at all and has nothing to do with her. And inorganic, cold death will never respond to her love. No matter how deep it is, it's completely one-way. The truth is so cruel... Human maternal love is just meaningless to the eternal gods. However, I can understand Maria very well. The extremely pure God of Death is so beautiful. He couldn't help but be touched by him, and he couldn't help but feel the love of integration and admiration for this angel who was conceived in his belly and came to earth. This kind of love is only meaningful to the one who gave birth to love, but with this feeling, watching him silently on the side, seeing that he actually has love, he will also respond to love. Even though it can never be touched, it is actually a kind of happiness.

In a desperate era, the soul is captured by death. It is really a beautiful story if you think about it carefully. No matter the elder brother or the younger brother, they are all gods of the night. Death is cold, and so is sleep. Their love is probably a mystery that mortals cannot understand. Looking forward to sister chapters~

Whether it's maternal love or romantic love, in short, I feel that having one's soul captured because of love is more painful than being directly killed. Jesus' words at the beginning are so gentle and cold.

Crazy calling(≧▽≦)

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