Starlight's Deadrose
"In the blooming of the lovely flower, there's flare hands that scars the petals. Warmth it feels at first, but the longer it touches the more her petals burn. The flower sense more the cruelty of people for every cutting and picking of her every bloom. And now, the flower is tired by the touches of people's nasty hand. But one moment she met her."I met her in an unpleasant moment. Her displeasing eyes gazed. From that moment it put me into embarrassment but it made me amused at the same time. Never did I knew that I climbed her thorns the minute I laid my eyes on her. -A/N: This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. I confirm that this book or any portion of the story is my own work, is not copied from any other person's work (published or unpublished). I have not allowed, nor will I in the future allow, anyone to copy my work with the intention of passing it off as their own work. All rights reserved ยฉ 2022 by yue_baijinโฆ
