I'm not a vampire, I'm not a stowaway! This eastern land was originally the place where I was born. I am the devil, I am never afraid of the cross, let alone taste that disgusting human blood. I am just a dead person, Mr. Ling is my creator. The husband is always smiling, as if nothing in this world can hold him back. But I know that the only thing he can't let go of is me. Looking at the people coming and going in this land for countless days, who has loved me? Someone asked me why I have never left this dusty place for so many years? I'm also looking for the answer...