The first time he saw the man at the shrine, Asakawa never took his eyes off him. Clear eyes, dignified manner, and full and clean spiritual energy. It must be the most suitable sacrifice to the gods. "Lord Asakawa, would you really like me, a mortal?" On the wedding night, the young man wore pure white clothes and asked with a slight smile. "No, I just want to make Mr. Asakawa happy." The young man was dying, with mottled blood stains flowing on his pure white kimono. "Does Asakawa-sama like the former Ryusei or the current Ah Xuan?" The boy asked, holding a knife stained with blood. His eyes were still as clear as when they first met, and the large blood on his chest bloomed like bright roses on his kimono.