I gradually fade away from the pure white of the past and replace it with the dazzling blood red, and then send the people you hate to hell. I will leave the fragrance of my past on your fingertips - this is the price of revenge. This scent is the mark of your resentment, and it will lead you to hell when you are about to die. On the road leading to the underworld, you will see something familiar - large tracts of ghost flowers. Arouse the memory of your life, and be entangled with the person you resent forever, life after life, reincarnation and reincarnation...
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