Five roses, five powers.
On the ancient dividing line between east and west, an enduring family relies on the power of roses to thrive. It is said that after entering this kingdom of roses, people will no longer have illusions and can only struggle in reality.
But for the high reward, I risked thousands of miles to travel to this suffocating and desperate place and worked as a maid for five years.
What should be seen and what should not be seen; what should be known and what should not be known, it is obviously just unintentional, but I know that the price of understanding is death.
The roses are conceived with blood, glowing with a fiery and unwilling light in the dark night.
What is human nature?
It wasn't until I had a deeper understanding that I realized that my memories did not allow me to record any love, hate, and bloodshed in this ancient castle. What I saw was just the tip of the iceberg. . . . . .
May the power of the rose cleanse people's hearts and let the darkness retreat to a place that only belongs to him.
Behind the secrets secretly written down lies the curse of Rose.
Everyone who knows these secrets should bear this heavy price, including me.