"There are countless flowers in the world, but you are my rose."
"The childish romance of youth." Rose closed the book expressionlessly, "I hope every little prince can find his own rose."
"Hehehe, the prince's must be the blood rose."
"Is that so..." She lowered her eyes, stepped over the corpse on the ground and walked towards him, wiping the blood spattered on her face.
"Then you've found it."
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OOC warning, a short story of about 20,000 words
Main first person, cp Bell × Rose
After watching the crazy product of Tutor's 2023 pv, it's already 2023, does anyone still remember Tutor?
Intent: I stay awake while intoxicated - Andre Gide's "The Bad Guy"