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Cohen noticed that Robyn had bitten her lips until it bled; the color was as crimson as a beautiful rose.

However, it was precisely because she looked like a rose that her life was short.

The more beautiful it was, the shorter it existed.

Robyn was like the brightest cinnabar in the deepest part of his heart.

Her every move stirred his feelings.

If she was hurt, he would feel it too