For those who have been fighting in the wild jungle since birth, love is the song of sirens, beautiful but dangerous. Feng Niao has always thought that people like her will never be stupid enough to get close to love. She is very clear about what that means. The mandala flower blooms, a thought of life and death, a moth flies into the flame, and turns to ashes in an instant. She requires herself to make the optimal choice rationally and indifferently until,,,,.
Intention: Love and flesh and blood grow wildly