I sipped on my tea feeling no particular emotion after realizing I had given Raylon a flower with such a serious meaning.
A white rose with thorns... Who could have guessed the meaning was more about obsession than it was about love?
But who even cared? It was just a stupid flower.
I swirled my tea and inhaled it silently. Its aroma was more similar to medicine than it was to tea. My eyes clung to the surface of that dreary, bitter black tea. Looking back at me was a beauty with a lifeless expression. I averted my eyes away already weary with the conversation, "Oh."
Hatsuyo gaped at me with a stupid expression. He couldn't believe how unconcerned I was that I had proposed to Raylon with a flower. Even when death was looking me in the face, I only blinked in boredom. He nearly choked on his tongue in surprise, "Oh?! Just oh?!"
I merely shrugged my shoulders.
