She was once a puppet, with no opinion, no thoughts. Even after death, no one cared about her at the funeral. In another world, she was desperate, she was deserted, but she never cried, and thousands of words were transformed into a sigh. Ink blue The flowers on the other side of the world bloom and fall to the world. Seeing the world, she is indifferent, she smiles, and since then, there is no one else in her eyes, only a vast black ocean covered by the thousand-year-old ice. Who understands her sadness? Who understands her sadness? Under thousands of mysteries, the final hidden identity...