Song Jiang has been lacking in emotions since he was born. He plunged himself into endless paintings, but he still could not make up for the shortcomings in his heart.
The contents of the paintings are all ink bamboo without exception.
——That was the only clear and distinct existence in the vague dreams he had had repeatedly since childhood.
As the dream became clearer and clearer, Song Jiang finally knew that "Mozhu" was the name of a person... Well, the weird human form can barely be considered a human, right?
Concept: What you love is the foundation of your soul
