The Emperor's Wife Has Ascended Again

On March 3rd when I was seventeen, I picked up an ancient painting in the temple. But who would have thought that ancient paintings have spiritual meanings, and that there is a pure, handsome, and unparalleled god sealed inside. I have been regarded as an unlucky person since I was born, and the yellow flower at the end of my eye is even more criticized, feared and avoided. Only he would caress the flower mark at the corner of my eye and say softly: "Xiaobai, don't be afraid, I will protect you."