Protecting His Rose

Clara was alone in the corner. She had no intention of communicating with others.

She just stood there and did nothing, but she could attract the attention of others.

She was like a blooming rose, delicate, attractive, and beautiful, but no one dared to pluck it. After all, roses had thorns.

Although they were prickly, there were people who were itching for them.

Someone approached Clara and said