The fragments of the demon world fell into the mortal world, stirring up a storm. In the world of troubled times, beauties are everywhere, who will be the one who will suffer the disaster... I am an osmanthus tree, I don't know what year it is today. It carries the sun and moon above and collects rain and dew below. Ignorant and ignorant. Until that day, she buried sections of bloody bones among the tree roots. His immortal sentiments are attached to it...
Purpose: Because life is limited, we hope for endless love