I have no name, only one master, and he calls me Ayan.
Ayan... Such two simple words were indescribably tender on his lips.
I like my master to call me Ayan.
A Yan... A Yan... Turned out to be someone else's name. I didn't know that until later.
Ayan is a person of heavenly sacrifice. Since the master is reluctant to part with it, then just leave it to me.
The puppet is not afraid of pain. When it was burned by the sky fire, I could even show him a gentle smile... But why was the master's expression so broken? Didn't he find his Ayan?
Intention: Try harder