The garden is huge, with countless flowers blooming along the way.
The roses he planted with her were already in bud, and their petals were as delicate as fire, resembling the color of blood.
The fiery red skirt brushed the petals, the roses suddenly withered, and the place behind them was filled with deathly silence.
In front of you, the door is close at hand.
The man's gentle and low voice reached his ears at this moment:
"Miss Annabelle, where do you want to go?"
In an instant, the girl was no longer in front of the gate.
All that was left was the dead silence and the bright red dress.
The gloomy and cold-blooded devil & the cold, aloof and subjugated princess (in the early stage, she was the duchess)
Wendell Goode & Annabelle
The whole article is nonsense! ! ! Throughout! ! !
Purpose: I like to watch male and female protagonists tear each other apart