He turned around and suddenly gave me a smile.
I was climbing up from the edge of the cliff with difficulty. When I saw his smile, I suddenly felt weak and almost fell down again.
Could it be that he realized that he couldn't get rid of me as a dragster if this continued, and finally decided to use a beauty trick to kill me and silence me?
While I was thinking erratically, his voice came to my ears.
"Rose, do we think this is a friend in need?"
This is a story that belongs to the two of us.
I am the rose and he is the devil.