The tattoos on my face are the most vicious curse my mother left me.
She asked me to die, but I didn't die. I tortured her to death.
When I grew up, I still didn't die. Even my cousin who hated me thought I had a hard life.
So in the end I died and they celebrated with champagne.
After all, I am a vampire, and my life is a curse left in the world.
Am I sad? Maybe, but I've long wanted to die.
I lay in an old coffin board for a thousand years, until one day I woke up.
And in front of me is the vampire hunter who killed me with his own hands.
Hilt x Jialan
Intention: To be the light