The bloody memories of his childhood were like a cancer growing in Belifa's brain. Whenever he dreamed back at midnight, those memories swept over him, tearing at his heart like a tiger or a wolf. In that bloody family fight, a smile bloomed in the bloody massacre. With eyes as magnificent as rubies and a face as clean as dust, it was a face that he would never forget. Mistaking him for a girl, Govil said: You will be my bride and I will protect you. He said nothing, but held Govil's outstretched hand firmly. Just when he thought he was happy, Govil whispered in his ear: I'm sorry. When they met again, he was only seventeen years old and was already the most glorious bishop before God, enjoying the worship of the world. Surrounded by a halo, he is the son of a sinful devil. It is a nightmare that he cannot escape. The totem-like mysterious demon mark on his right hand was covered by his white gloves. Govil is the tenth prince of the blood clan, and his real name is Godavil Edward, which is not the Govil he remembers. Is it deception? He said: I'm sorry. He said: They will abandon you, but I will not. He said: I can block the knife for you when I walk in front of you, why did you stab me in the back? Godavire's words were like thousands of sharp arrows, shooting his heart into thousands of pieces. The empty area was hard and painful. Belifa said: After night comes day, but I forgot that you belong to the night