"It's so beautiful, I'm afraid the Juliet rose in England is nothing more than that. The words here are simply the most beautiful roses I have ever seen." Zi Yan shook her head and sighed, her palm gently stretched out, wanting to touch the petals, but she couldn't Reluctant to touch it, she only stroked it from time to time, then she put her head on it, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath in front of the petals.

At this moment, Huamei and Ziyan are even more beautiful.

"Juliet Rose?"