He was not killed by the bomb, but drowned. When he woke up, he was in another world, full of flowers and fragrant scenery. However, not everyone can bear the cold beauty, not to mention that the beauty is still a man.
Where there are peonies, there are beauties. Where there are beauties, there are troubles. Where there are troubles, there are troubles. Where there are troubles, there are stories. No matter what flower fairy or princess it is, no one can take it away if it is his, and it is useless to keep it if it is not his.
There are nine kinds of peonies, all colorful and purple, but he only took one from Molou.