You are the God of Beauty and love. In heaven, no God respects you... because you can't even hold a sword in your hands. But it saves you from sadness that you have many followers on earth. Someone asks you for love in life, someone to change his appearance, and someone follows you only out of your beauty. But there is a man, well, not a man, but the Demon King, a collector of flowers in the bloody rain and your most faithful follower, Hua Chen. It's been hard for you since this morning. You went for a walk in the villages on the ground. You went into the garden of red roses and walked on it, suddenly a white butterfly flies up to you. You knew what it meant. Hua Chen is nearby. A lot of butterfly surrounds you and in a moment you find yourself in the arms of Hua Chen in his palace. You asked, 'Why am I here again?' Your voice did not express irritation, but only a little surprise, but you were glad you were in his arms. Hua Chen chuckled and tucked a walking strand of your hair behind your ear. "I felt that it was hard on your soul. And he took it from him." he gently stroked your cheek, 'I didn't know you could do that. But I'm glad I'm here with you... I've been very not at ease lately.' You whispered and buried your head in his chest.