In my previous life, with the almost indifferent permission of my relatives, I embarked on a journey of blood and death, because in the end I was just a chess piece, and could only be a chess piece.
Raising the gun, aiming, and shooting, it was an almost mechanical move. I watched the other person's blood stain my white clothes red, watched the drops of blood slowly dripping from the ink-like black hair, and watched the other party cast the hatred and unwillingness in his eyes into the dark night sky.
The blossoming Manzhu Shahua, as charming as blood, bloomed silently in the dark night, telling in my heart the unknown loneliness as deep as the night.
After recognizing the existence of that man who was as charming but warm as a poppy, after risking being dealt with by his relatives for a night of romance, and after being retaliated by his enemies, everything returned to dust again...
In that strange world, I am both a human and a vampire. I can change my identity at will. As a human, I am a Class A criminal hunted by the Hunter Association. As a vampire, I am a pure blood respected but hated by the Elders...
Here, the vampire who has been degenerated into leveIE will only calm down when he sees me, and does not need to take sedatives, just because I am her daughter; here, the pure-blood king who is full of melancholy and loneliness will only smile sincerely when he sees me, just because he fell in love at first sight when he was young; The silver-haired twins who are entangled with each other will only let go of each other's feelings when they see me, just because I am the (relative) person they cherish in their hearts; here, the awkward boy with a pair of cat eyes and his family gave me a warmth that I have never experienced, just because I am their daughter-in-law (?)...