Her charisma was like a young girl.
"Change to what color?"
"Black!"
Noah said without hesitation as he looked at her with a deep gaze. The two of them looked at her ankle at the same time. Her feet were stepping on the white beach. The black rose on her ankle was very delicate and unique. It looked like an evil and strange flower.
If a pink rose was said to be the most suitable for Shen Qianshu, it was like a flower which blossomed in paradise.
However, a black rose would suddenly change to another style. It was like a flower which blossomed in the demonic abyss.
The black rose—you are a demon, and you have all of me!
"If you want to change, then change it."
Shen Qianshu heard her own gentle voice. Noah's eyes lit up and started to redraw the picture. It was still irregular black roses. He felt conflicted with regards to which black gem stone to use instead of spinels.
