In my second year at this school, I fell in love with a pair of genius siblings...
-I couldn't tell that girl the truth, after all, she looked so fragile, as if she would break if she refused.
—Ah, how can I put it this way? It's really a distressing thing. How can I give roses to others so easily?
-You said those two children, of course I still remember them, but when I faced them, I always felt like I was being targeted. That was terrible.
—Are you willing to accept the rose from my hand? They asked me, their hands were covered with wounds scratched by thorns, and they came from stepping on the dead bodies of roses on the ground.