When the Flowers of Purgatory Bloom, the Twin Moons Illuminate the Way Home

This is a story about "wounds will hurt, but tenderness is warmer": there is no earth-shattering magic, only the sweetness of roasted sweet potatoes, the warmth of paint cans, and the tranquility of the sea of ​​flowers reflected in the twin moons; there is no black and white of good and evil, only greed will be punished, conscience will be seen, and two lonely people can turn each other's "desperate situation" into a "return home."