I am a demon, but I fell in love with a demon hunter.
Because I like it, I am willing to bind myself, and I am also willing to give up my blood as medicine.
Looking forward to one day being able to impress him, at least... Leaving a little impression in his heart.
But the reality is completely contrary to imagination. He fell in love with another girl and followed her stubbornly.
I ignored the rules for her, and I also went into oblivion alone for her.
I witnessed this absurd and deep love, and died in the joy of this lover's embrace...
It turns out that the heart of spiritual grass can change the fate of premature death. The so-called acquaintance is just a lack of a medicine introduction.
Intention: Try harder