My name is Cen Huan, and I live by picking up rags and having an optimistic attitude. Later, I was picked up as rags by a handsome and noble boss.
My guardian, Shen Huaizhen, is so handsome that people and gods are outraged, and he is as rich as anyone in the country, but he is a bit "old-fashioned" - "Uncle Shen, why is your face so red?" I diligently acted as his pistachio until I accidentally discovered the secret room behind his bookcase, where hung a thousand-year-old painting exactly like mine. The title reads: The remains of my beloved wife.
I was so frightened that I packed my belongings all night and tried to run away, but he blocked me at the door. The eyes of this Mr. Vampire who had lived for more than a thousand years were red. He held me tightly in his arms and said in a hoarse and aggrieved voice: "I have been waiting for you for ten lifetimes. This time... Can you stop saying she is my daughter?"
