Honey Abyss

On one side is an abyss, on the other is a love village holding hands. The gap between love and being loved is often covered with thorns, as if dry grass bursts in an instant, the fire of darkness is burning, the blood is boiling, the blood stains on the corners of the mouth reveal an evil smile, everything revives in an instant, and on the boiling oil water, countless hot oil balls are steaming...