Lie Rose... Is the warehouse meant to be a cold joke?
It wasn't a magic trick; at that moment, Fu Qian was merely activating the effect of Annalise's lie.
But one must admit, at that moment, it truly felt like a stage performance.
Without even a blossoming process, that flower appeared out of thin air, held in his hand, resembling a magic trick warm-up.
And the black gloves, the blood-red flower, the tender green stem... even the visual effect was perfect.
It can only be said the flamboyant habits of the Bloodline Clan might indeed be inherited from their ancestors.
Even a named prop is different from that of any other house.
It's just that the budget seemed a bit low; this Lie Rose is truly a lie—
The stem was soft, and the petals thin and delicate.
Even someone like Fu Qian, who isn't particularly interested in flowers, could recognize at a glance that it wasn't a rose but a rosebush.
