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Chapter 37:

127. Two or three blooming red roses were randomly decorated in the vase, and the blood-like color fell into my eyes, making me frown subconsciously. (The rose image has become a red rose)

128. I don't like red roses for no reason. This dislike seems to be lurking in the depths of my soul, as clear as a brand, and lingering. (Related to life experience, mentioned later)

129. I always felt that the name Grindelwald would push Tom away from me, even though I haven't really been at the center of the voodoo operation so far. (foreshadowing)

130. I will only sing that sad and beautiful song for him alone, and a thorn will only catch a thorn bird. (hint)