The seemingly frail young man, with his cold and arrogant eyes, and the unquenchable demonic nature in his heart, rises and falls in the hesitation of troubled times. Smart and refined, like snow lotus in the bright fire, the woman's catkins are fluffy, and her figure is like light clouds and dust. Even with all the affection, it cannot erase the scars on the young man's heart. That colorful dress, the wildness of the rose, the gentle breath, I don't know which one is real.
The unprovoked pursuit, the mystery of his life experience, the ancient mythical beast, who turned evil under someone's control. The black veil suddenly rose, blowing away the morning mist, and the baby's cry finally broke out. ． ．