Mo likes black, so she believes that everything she wants is black, but Mo is most afraid of darkness. She can't enjoy the loneliness and desolation in the dark, so she lets all the lights in the house turn on at any time, making herself feel that she still exists during the day.

Later, Mo saw the water. It was when it was dark and they were walking on the bustling streets. It was the first time Mo was not so afraid of the black sky. Maybe it was because of the lively crowds and gorgeous neon lights, she thought so at this moment.

Mo likes flowers, a very beautiful mandala flower. She said that it was her soul in her previous life, because she was separated from her soul in this life.

From the end of that dark night, Mo confirmed that she fell in love with water, and the water that she had known for a long time but had only seen. She said that water was a dazzling mandala in her world, born in thought, and could not be touched.

She was still afraid of darkness because she couldn't catch the mandala. Even if they had her endless love for him, he pretended to have never had anything, and treated her as before. Mo also understood that this was abyss, a bottomless abyss, but she would agree to every request from Shu, no matter what it was, she would not say much or ask.

I don’t know how to start reading the book all night in the desert of dark sky. She didn’t know what she was reading or why, but just kept looking at it. The name “Black Mandala” attracted her. She said, why haven’t I seen a mandala or a black one, and I always thought that a mandala was the color of a rainbow, but I didn’t know that it was like the night.

It was a kind of determination. She was determined to plant such a magical mandala. Legend has it that cultivating black mandalas with care can make the soul hurt. She hopes to let the water understand her heart through this creature. When the flowers bloom, she will give him this elf because there is a spell on each black mandala.

While looking for the black mandala, Mo began to take revenge on herself, perhaps also taking revenge on others. She used her weak self to do what she could not see in her. She didn't know what kind of power it was, making herself so fascinated by revenge. Mo also said that since she couldn't get some things, she would give them all.

In this city, Mo did not find her mandala. She decided to go out, but she didn't even have the strength to go out. She was always confused about how to find the black mandala, let it bloom, and let it give it water?

She scratched her fingers in a daze. Blood surged out earnestly. Mo held his fingers in his mouth and let the blood spread in his mouth. Unconsciously, she saw the black mandala, as black as the night written in the book, very strange and mysterious. She saw the water it loved deeply, but he was waving to her and saying goodbye. Mo cried, crying in a mess. When she woke up, she found that it was just a dream. However, there were traces of tears in the pillowcase.

After that day, when it was dark every day, Mo continued to look for the black mandala, and continued to revenge without knowing why. She said that some things could not be borrowed once they became addicted. Water was her pain and her only love.

Someone once said that there is a strange flower in the Western Regions, that is, the black mandala. There is an elf living in every pot of black mandala, which can help you realize your wishes! But this kind of flower can only be watered with blood because they love this passionate and fatal feeling! Only the black mandala cultivated with care can be psychic, and its flower language is unpredictable death and love...
Chapter completed!