The immortal aura is shrouded, with rose branches as tall as a person everywhere, intoxicating roses bloom abundantly.
Beneath the flower branches, a graceful shadow sways, her black hair like ink, and her headdress adorned with gold sways.
A small white and tender hand, chubby, with pink nails, slender fingertips, pinches a rose, lowering her head in contemplation.
Her features are exceedingly beautiful, her gaze cool, her face calm and expressionless, yet inexplicably evokes sadness.
Because she has been standing there for a long time, looking at this flower for a long while too.
Behind her, a white figure hides in the shadows, gazing at her, sighing softly.
A golden moon mark graces his forehead, his features handsome, like a refined god of war in the mortal world.
At this moment, another man in golden attire approaches, also with a golden moon mark on his forehead, yet appearing more spirited.
