Yesterday Yan was not such a woman.
Yesterday's face was a flower, no matter what kind of flower it was
She can grow lotuses step by step, or she can use flowers as a prison.
She woke up, and time flashed forward five hundred years.
She said everything has animism, she said everything has feelings
She slayed demons in a lark room
She also has a flower messenger
Intention: There will be no gods, monsters must be eliminated, let's bloom yesterday's face