Ryan caressed a rose in front of him, his fingers slowly moving downward along the petals. There were many sharp thorns on the rose stem. His hand was pricked, and drops of blood seeped out from the wound, dripping down his fingers into the soil of the flower bed. His blood seemed to have magic power. For some reason, Wense vaguely felt that the roses seemed to bloom more beautifully.
Intention: The powerful and elegant Vampires, who can withstand this?