He loved him with all his life. When he was desperate, he exchanged his own blood for the life of his lover, and cut off his wrists one by one. Unexpectedly, the blood became the best nourishment for the demon core in his body. The day of backlash was approaching, and he looked at his increasingly cloudy pupils in the mirror. I can only push you far, far away from me, so that you won't be hurt, he thought.