The shadowy figure of the man transformed into a thick fog and dispersed.
The man on the throne slowly opened his eyes, a flash of alluring red crossing them: "As long as you can walk to me from this path, it proves that you love me."
Josh lowered her head, the fog beneath her feet dissipated a little, and the path of roses became clearer.
She looked at the man: "Just like that?"
The man curved his lips into a smile, looking at Josh, the gloom dissipating, with a trace of anticipation and enchantment in his eyes: "Just like that."
Josh lowered her head, just about to take the first step when she realized her shoes had somehow disappeared.
Her bare feet were exceptionally white and delicate, strikingly lush against the backdrop of red roses.
As she was about to take the first step, her foot felt a hidden thorn under the roses.
Almost instantly, her delicate foot seemed to be pierced like tofu, suddenly seeping with drops of blood.
