Wang Wangzhi, Minister Xiaojing, please stand at attention

The dark red flowers in the distance are only a little bigger than six-year-old Irie Mijin's fist, and the small ones make people feel sorry for them. From her perspective, there are only large areas of dark red on the surface and the occasional small ones. A few patches of green, but she didn't know that there were rows of sharp thorns underneath the silent dark red.

Like a cactus, waving small thorns, just wanting a moment of peace.

"Atobe-kun, what kind of flower is that?" Mijin Irie's hearty laughter was like a silver bell, not as sweet as the sound of nature, but still sweet and pleasant. Her immature and white fingers pointed in the direction of a large area of ​​rich floral fragrance.

Keigo Atobe didn't raise his eyes, "Rose." Because there can't be any other flowers here.

"But didn't you say that roses have no fragrance?" Irie Mijin asked, with an inquiring expression on his small face, as if he wanted to ask all the questions in his life.

"The ones that don't have fragrance are varieties of roses." His tone was filled with disdain, "How could something that is not gorgeous appear in this young master's house?"

Keigo Atobe's golden hair looks more dazzling under the sunlight, and her sea blue eyes are more charming than the sky she has always loved deeply.

Irie Mijin didn't care about Keigo's tone, and thought for a while, "That is to say, real roses have fragrance?"

Atobe Keigo glanced at her, "Will what I said be false?"

As if she had been assured, she suddenly jumped off the swing, and ran towards the roses that looked like a fairyland in another world. After leaving the circular area, a small wish to see the real roses came to her. The urgency arose in her heart. In fact, she had already admired it all the way, but the rose after Keigo Atobe described it seemed to be different.

Her tender little hands grabbed the rose branches. Although roses are beautiful, they also have thorns.

"Ah——" the palm of her hand received a sharp pain, and the simple reflex from the spinal cord made her let go of the hand immediately because of the pain. The rose was not pulled out by her, but drops of bright red blood slid down the flower stem, like It has the color of a rose, just like the flower juice of a rose, and it exudes a fishy-sweet seductive [second sound] breath.

Hearing her cry, Atobe Keigo walked over, frowning with a little trouble, and gently took her little hand, which was so white that there were a few rose thorns still in it. The flesh and blood in her palm was so small that it was almost invisible.

The pupils of his eyes narrowed suddenly, and then returned to normal. It was as if a vein had been injured. The dark red blood flowed out slowly, at a very slow speed but never paused for a second. Irregular patterns, the sun makes the blood transparent, making it a little more unreal.

Atobe Keigo looked at the rose that was bloodstained by Irie Mikin, the rose that was the same color as her blood, and the blood that was the same color as his rose.

That is perhaps the most rose-like blood in the world.

"You stained Master Ben's rose, it's really not gorgeous."

Atobe Keigo said so, while gently pulling the wrist of Irie Mijin's injured little hand, towards a direction she was unfamiliar with in Atobe House.

Mijin Irie obediently let him lead her. With an open-minded attitude and a single-mindedness, she had no time to think about what Keigo Atobe said just now. From this angle, I could only see the boy's small back, such a small seven-year-old him, but he could already give her a sense of peace of mind, so dazzling.

She didn't know, and she didn't think so deeply, the surname of Atobe was crowned on his head, and this surname had to take away his childhood, making him look as mature as a teenager, and she wouldn't know , His burden is only because he is Atobe and he is Keigo.

Hey, Mijin Irie, do you know?Roses also have unique names.

--assassin.