"Please stay with me, little Nightingale." The pale God of Death begged,
"I am willing to give you that beautiful golden sword, I am willing to give you that gorgeous flag, I am willing to give you that emperor's crown.
It's up to you to stay by my side, in this kingdom of death with white elderflowers blooming, and sing songs for me forever. "
The proud little nightingale smiled slightly: "I don't
Notes for reading the article: This is purely a little idea of the author, it won't be too long, maybe the logic and writing are bad =￣ω￣=
Concept: A sweet love story