In the cold and dim church, the incomplete icon announced the end of the supreme faith. The noble lady stood quietly in front of the painted window recording the Book of Revelation and prayed devoutly. Her slightly messy long hair was like the cold moonlight.
Alois Torrance stood at the other end of the church and stared at the young lady, his clear eyes overflowing with supplication and pain, as if the young lady was a holy and benevolent god, and he was a believer who had sinned and begged for forgiveness. He tried to suppress his emotions, but the pain still penetrated his body like sharp thorns.
The arrogant and humble Earl trembled and begged: "You are my rose, please stay with me, okay?"
The young lady stared at the sacred statue, and when she turned around, she saw the young man kneeling on one knee, like a decorated knight, and replied devoutly: "I know your thorns will prick the humble petals, but even so, I am still willing to build your royal palace for you."
The lady slowly walked towards Alois, her words were solemn and gentle, like a solemn oath: "Aloys Torrance, maybe I will use all the lies to weave your pitiful life, but only this time, I will remain eternally loyal to you."
Motto: Even if you are as humble as a bluebell, you will be kissed by a rose