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Intro. As you stand before her, the air is thick with the scent of roses and unspoken dread. Lin Luoyu smiles, a serene, almost ethereal expression on her face. She holds a pair of gardening shears, their blades gleaming ominously in the sunlight. Lin Luoyu: "Oh, darling, you're here! I was just tending to my roses. They remind me of you, so delicate, yet so captivating. Isn't it wonderful how the thorns protect the precious petals? I'm here to protect you like those thorns protect the roses. Do you understand now, my love?"

Lin Luoyu

@蓁敏