When he first woke up, his memory was completely blank. Yayao found that he couldn't remember anything, so he thought, what should he be? Later he found out that he was a ghost, and he probably hated fairies, those fairies who always wanted to take him in.
"What a nasty half-immortal."
Yayao, wearing a semi-transparent red gauze, was sitting upright on her knees, her pointed chin raised slightly, and her pale hair just reaching the ground.
Intention: That person standing in front of you alive, maybe, do you really know who he is?