Short story, cp En Ailei, just to sprinkle sugar, OOC attention. ————There is only silence and darkness in the underworld, and the hostess Ereshkigal has never seen flowers. Until a young man with fresh hair color like sunlight shining through leaves came up from the ground, took off the garland from his hair and put it on her head. "The flower of the underworld is on you." "Well..." The young man showed a distressed look, "This description is not right. Sure enough, you still can't be consistent with human beings in terms of rhetoric." After thinking about it, he said softly: "Now, you are the flower of the underworld."
Intention:
I Failed to Resign and Had to Save the World.