She, wearing the empty body of a pure-blood noble and elegant, walked away from the pain that was forgotten. The cage of imprisonment unscrupulously obliterated the setting sun of winter. She stretched out her delicate hands, touched the bone-chilling gray old wall, and hummed a series of lingering lovesickness songs. The weeping melody gently evokes those thoughts that are constantly cut and confused from Pandora's treasure box, slowly opening the silent prelude to the black and white intertwining of love and hate.
She was such an elegant and mysterious woman, and even at the end of her life, she still maintained such a charming look!
She was once so happy living with the one she loved, but it ended in tragedy because of regret!
The moonlight is bright, and the beautiful woman is sitting on the cherry blossom tree. Her charming and coquettish eyes make people feel wonderful. If it were not for that regret, she should be living a happy life with the person she loves. What can even the most noble pure-blooded vampire do? Without the person she loves, she is nothing more than an empty shell.
Some things are just lost repeatedly, but after they are truly obtained, they are not cherished.
The night was as dark as ink, but there was a hint of coolness that penetrated deep into the bones. The bright moon was still as bright as ever. The ancient Jews believed that the moonlight that was too bright was ominous. So that night, the vampire hunter Zuisheng's family was brutally exterminated. The twin brothers were separated and became enemies after many years.