C165 At the Wedding

The Lumi looked at his slightly curled fingers that were scratching in the breeze. His eyes were filled with the sharpness of a hunter, but after a while, he retracted his hand in annoyance and lightly touched the tip of his nose.

This rotten idea of paving the way for the roses, who the hell came up with that idea?! A single rose could stand alone, and the fragrance was pleasant