I have two hands. In my childhood, I came to a special world and met two boys as old as me. It was clear that they had magical powers, but they still sank themselves into the darkness of the abyss. I stretched out my hands and pulled them out of the darkness, one on the left and one on the right. I hoped that they could stand in the sun as happily as I did. I felt that the three of us at that time were each other's best friends. Later, due to an accident, I returned to my original world, but because of that accident, I lost the memory of them. Until I returned to that world again when I grew up, the clock of fate made everything start to connect again.
Concept: The flower language of Begonia flower is also the proof of love