White roses represent pure love. It is blooming to welcome Vayami's return. An assassin girl who loves the color of roses with all her life. No matter who destroys your beloved rose He must end his life in front of you and your flowers.

Until now, the flower that has been called The 'Blood-Colored Flower of Waya' also exudes a mesmerizing fragrance. Let everyone smell it. And it will smell very fragrant when there is 'blood' from the person who destroyed the white rose. Come touch the petals. And this kind of flower is only available at her house.

Now, Vayami, you have returned from a country. that she has visited which that country She meets many people who destroy her beloved white rose. Those people tried to explain what they were doing. Why did he do that, but she didn't listen?

She killed everyone in that country, until now it was a deserted country. And after that she went back. Along the way, she found 'The flower of your life The Blood Rose of Waya can only be found at her residence. So she was very surprised that it was here. To clear her doubts, she asked her rose.

“Our beloved little rose. How did you come to be here?”

The flower answered her question without hesitation. “I was carried by the wind of love. Come and live in the land of love here.”

“You must be in a lot of trouble. What have you done to them?” Vayami looked at the flower with concern. But it smiled happily.

“They used me as a representative to spread their love to each other. I am so happy to make humans love each other.”

“Aren't you in distress?” Vayami asked the flower curiously.

“No, I am willing to let them cut us off and give it to my loved ones. To say I love you.”

“I always thought that when humans did this you would suffer.”

The flower shook her head and said, “No, you are the one who caused us suffering. We don't want blood on us. But we need love.”

“If you are distressed We will no longer be flower killers. I will be the one who will give you my love. I promise.”

After the event that day So she thought Human beings do not destroy roses. But humans make it look more valuable. and make it look more useful. Hands can only bloom and wither, but they can speak to the heart. This is the true happiness of white roses.

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