Looks like a demon but not a demon, looks like a fairy but not a fairy
It's just an unknown existence with no one to guide it. One thought is like a fairy, and another thought is like a monster.
When everything in the past returns to zero, is it joy to meet again? Is it sad?
Everything is so uncertain in the face of fate. No one knows what the future will be...
A thousand years of companionship, a thousand years of searching, a hundred years of falling in love, what will happen next?