There are red beans on the fan, and some blood makes peach blossoms.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a red bean leaning on your shoulder.
When you are tired, I will extend my branches to provide you with shade.
When you are hungry, I will drop fruits to feed you.
Red beans grow in the southern country, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
Cp: Sick, weak, gentle attack × cold and silent endurance, updated as circumstances dictate.