I am a science-loving god of death, my hands-on skills are not very good, and I have a gentle personality.
I have a lovely brother, but I have been separated for many years.
There is one person who I am particularly gentle with. He said, I am his flower, the beautiful horse drunken tree.
Ma Zuimu's flower language is sacrifice, danger and pure love.
Is this how I look to him? I don't know anything about it, but I know something very important
——I am his flower.
Joan of Arc, you agree.
You bring me eternal beauty.