At this moment, Rose had been bewitched by Lu Tianxing, willing to slaughter millions, to let blood flow into rivers. She would become a demoness pointed at by thousands, and even if it meant descending into the Eighteenth Layer Hell, she would have no regrets and would spare no effort.
This was Rose's feeling for Lu Tianxing, it wasn't loud and flamboyant, there were no grand vows, but it had the sincerity of 'if one dies, the other will not live alone.' If anything were actually to happen to Lu Tianxing, Rose felt she would go mad. Whoever dared to touch Lu Tianxing, she would dare to kill. Even if it meant flying towards the flame, she would spare no effort.
Rose was a foolish woman, a woman whose love was humble, just like Lin Qianru. She didn't expect Lu Tianxing to be with her at all times, she just hoped that Lu Tianxing would remember her, that he could call her when he had time. That would be enough.
