A dark, blood-red, hopelessly exciting night.
Drunk and out of control, trapped in irresistible desires.
When night falls, they emerge quietly from the crowd, with scarlet eyes open and sharp fangs bared.
The second type of evolved people, with such a high-sounding name, is like a false skin worn on them.
And if they survive by sucking blood, are they still considered human beings?
How can the first type of evolved people with glands on the back of their necks but only live to be a hundred years old compete with the second type of evolved people with a lifespan of two hundred years?
When the glands decay and rot, the skin sloughs off and recedes, when desires and desires break through the constraints of law and morality, what kind of unscrupulous, deformed and terrifying faces will appear on their self-proclaimed evolution.
Everything was hidden in the darkness, whispering, and smiling lowly.
But there is light in the darkness, a bright white crystal light that will never go out.
The boy holding lotus flowers like a pure elf beside the pond, the boy smiling so hard on the reeds and squinting his eyes on the rocks, and the boy lying beside him breathing shallowly are the only lights in the boundless darkness, the softness in Jiang Mingyan's palm and the fragility in his heart.
"Mingyan, what does Miaomiao belong to you?"
"Miaomiao is the most innocent, kind and beautiful being in the world. She is the child I raised with my own hands and the one I will never let go of my heart."
When the truth breaks through the fog and blood spurts out, when desire and darkness are exposed in broad daylight, can Jiang Mingyan still hold on to that light, embrace that warmth, and whisper softly and tenderly in his ear?
"Miaomiao, don't be afraid, Brother Yan is here."
Purpose: Through the stories of the characters in the article, it tells the incomprehensible nature of human nature and the warm and touching beauty of life.