"The wind is cold and ruthless, but it uses all kinds of affection for the resurrection of the grass and trees."
The skirmisher once had a pure white flower,
That flower gave him sweet dreams and happiness.
The rotting rain eroded everything,
Under the dust lies a new seed,
and a broken heart.
This is a story about a doll and a flower.
(The characters involved belong to Genshin Impact, and the ooc belongs to me. The writing style is average. I don't like to enter by mistake. Newcomers can comment lightly and there are changes. The outline was written in 3.3 And there are changes. The protagonist's IQ depends on the author's IQ, and the author has no IQ.)
Intention: There will always be an unyielding soul shining in the midst of suffering.