A story about a spiritual monk or a classical nobleman who brought a spiritual spring to the Twilight City. Ps: Lingquan is not omnipotent, and spiritual monks are not omnipotent. Excerpt 1: Slowly, it seemed that everything around them was fading away, and only the two of them were left in the world. Edward turned to look at the listener sitting next to him, and he remembered the moment when he was about to die more than a hundred years ago. At that time, he couldn't hear his mother's pleading to Carlisle or the noise outside. Only the pupils that were about to expand clearly reflected the cold face. Excerpt 2: The forest is filled with mist after the rain, and the green color wetted by the rain appears more vivid. Under the tall tree, the handsome vampire was showing his love to the black-haired human in his arms. Fragment 3: After seeing him nodding shyly, Edward hugged him ecstatically, spun him around in a circle, and kissed him tenderly on the forehead. His golden brown eyes were filled with sweet love and a hint of fear. "You know what? I have never dared to let you know how much I love you. Love, because I am just a monster who is not even human who lives on blood, and you are so perfect, my love." "I am already with you," Mo Qing stroked the eyes that made him fall with his hands, and then stood up on tiptoes to touch Edward's lips.
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