400 Years of Horror

"I've been waiting for 400 years! A whole 400 years! Woman, do you think it's possible for me to let you go?" Anthony's cold eyes flashed with cold light, as if he wanted to freeze the trembling person in front of him in his arms forever. Her beautiful face was only pale, and her bloodless face did not affect her beauty. On the contrary, it made her look even more lovable like a little white flower in the wind. After 400 years of entanglement and spanning several centuries, waiting did not make anyone older, it just allowed time to bear witness to the promise he had made to her. But she is already a wife, how can she deserve this relationship? It turns out that time travel was not an accident, but a premeditated plan. Who am I? In what capacity do you live? What do you look like in my memory, my lover? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.