There Is a Knife in the Rose-Colored Youth Love

"I can grant you a wish, but there is a price." "I want to have a rose-colored youthful love," the confused Lan Huan said almost subconsciously while sleeping on the bed. "As a necessary punishment, from now on if you act sincerely, you will die." After that, the sound disappeared like a gust of wind, and Lan Huan, who was still in her dream, didn't even realize what had changed.