"Jiang Huaiyang, listen, the rose is mine, and so are you!" Jiang Huaiyang, who was tied to the chair, was startled. He raised his head and looked at Song Fanliang. When he looked at him, the surrounding area quietly lost color. He just smiled, with autumn water and crescent moons in his eyes...
"This is a confession."
"Forget it, how can I not count it? From now on, I will only have a rose for you."
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Intention: Roses bloom for you