A scarlet blood stain oozed from behind her white skirt, and an unspeakable pain swept through her body.
She reached out her hand tremblingly and stroked his frown.
She shed tears.
Ten years without knowing it, one sight for thousands of years.
Little did he know that in these ten years, he could so easily carve a person's appearance, even his temperament and everything about him.
She missed ten years of him, the most painful ten years of his life.
She wanted to make up for the years she was late...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
