The witch fell in love with the little slave, but the little slave wanted to be a vampire. It wasn't that he didn't love her, but that he had a heavier responsibility.
The witch still loves the vampire, but the vampire cannot accept the witch. It's not that he doesn't love her, but that he feels unworthy.
The witch is finally getting married, but the groom is not a vampire. The vampire ran to her balcony and cried...
"So, the stories about my parents are so ridiculous..." The little witch complained with a speechless expression.
I have been under a lot of pressure in my life recently, so I wrote this to kill time. I don't know what it will be like or whether I can continue writing. I humbly beg you not to criticize me.
Motto: Love can heal wounds