He has a black secret buried in his heart and shoulders the responsibility of protecting a pure white soul, but he can never forget everything easily.
He, innocent, pure, and kind-hearted, was pushed into the whirlpool of fate and experienced the unbearable cruelty in life.
They hate each other but cannot be separated. They are always in sharp confrontation. They are both enemies and friends. Who said that love is colder than death, maybe.
The winged gods with white wings on their backs have crazy desires, bloody pursuits, chaos, conflicts, ruptures, and collapses. The never-ending desire, the ever-changing game, fighting or waiting to die, hope or despair, there may be no difference.
At the end of the entanglement, is it happiness or destruction?