The war swept through and destroyed the village where I depended on for survival. After the bloody storm, people poked their heads out of the cellar one after another, much more cautious than the spring bamboo shoots. Kneeling in front of the black nanmu ashes was a big shot in the village. The originally messy hair was burnt to the point where there was not much left, but it became a little refreshed. It was this embarrassed appearance that attracted people to gloat over the misfortune rather than the sorrow and indignation caused by the war. Fortunately, there were no casualties, except for the kneeling man covered in gray and the pile of red battle clothes that could no longer be seen. If the trembling of the body is the fear of war in this village, then what is the slight trembling at the corner of the mouth talking about? Maybe it's the prayer of the poor man in this chaotic world, or maybe it's a curse on someone...
Intention: Desired love stands in the world