Roses are good, but they have thorns.

Only when it is really stabbed can we have a deeper memory of this truth.

I haven't been stabbed before, so I planted it this time. Looking at this monster woman in front of me, I dare not move, because the sharp dagger on my neck will separate my throat with a little effort.

I forced myself to calm down and told her that if she killed me now, she would not be able to walk out of the bar.

She laughed and said that when she killed me and left the bar for dozens of miles, maybe a woman who wanted to...