Dan Musheng didn't end up touching her.
Gu Yi'an didn't know why, nor did she want to think about it or find out.
When she came out of the bathroom, Dan Musheng was already gone.
On the snowy white bed, a few black roses were scattered.
Extremely beautiful black roses, not dyed or specially cultivated, but mutated by chance.
There are only a few such roses in the world.
Gu Yi'an picked up each black rose from the bed, discovering that the thorns had been removed, totaling nine roses. The petals felt like velvet, exceptionally soft when touched.
Looking at the nine roses, Gu Yi'an suddenly remembered that Tan Jincheng had also given her black roses.
Only one.
At the time, they hadn't truly come together yet. After returning home that day, in the vase on the table, there was a single black rose, beautiful, supposedly black magic.
It looked very much like the ones in her hand.
