The hotel staff also brought up the prepared ninety-nine roses. According to Oskian customs, ninety-nine means forever, which was an excellent symbol of love.

Fortunately, the flowers prepared by the hotel concierge were all very well-known top varieties, each of which was very fresh, delicate, and flawless.

At this time, Yashita’s eyelashes fluttered slightly in the bathtub.

Rosalie, who had not taken even half a step away, realized that her mother would wake up soon. So, she quickly headed