Recently, the young master has been having trouble eating and sleeping well...
Who is that pair of eyes in the dark, secretly coveting her?
There are three hundred entries in the diary, each one expresses my heartfelt feelings. I wrote about you, or you made me what I am.
Becoming the person next to the young master is a monster's first thought...
The remaining leaves are like manuscript paper, and the wind blows three hundred miles away,
Snow on the mountain, moon in the clouds, wine in the glass, beautiful scenery and good times, wishing you good health every year.
Young Master, it's rare to have you.
Concept: Beautiful flower of evil