Mendel was stunned for a moment, but saw that the extremely handsome male insect was trying tirelessly to wipe the blood off the white rose.
"Your Highness, I'll find you another flower."
Miles Chu shook his head and finally plucked the rose and put it to his nose to sniff: "Each insect can only have one. If it has too many, it will wither."
Mendel was a little puzzled. Since they were flowers, there would be no such thing as too many of them as long as they were well taken care of. The more they were, the more beautiful they would be. How could they wither?
"So what do you think, Your Highness?"
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