The choked voice came with intermittent sobbing, and the corners of An Yang's mouth overflowed with a wry smile, and he slowly opened his eyes.

She saw the greenery in the distance, the vibrant vegetation, which could grow as she wished, no matter how time passed.

Words that once easily tugged at the heartstrings now only bring endless melancholy.

"The past is a foregone conclusion, if I hadn't met Ryan, I would have been gone......"

Her expression darkened, and she didn't even dare to think about how bad it would be.

A belated apology, cheaper than anything.

"I don't believe you anymore......"

The voice drifted gently away with the wind, and she closed her eyes again.

This time, she didn't want to open her mouth anymore, and she didn't want to care about right and wrong, the future was a foregone conclusion......

Savier's heartbeat almost came to a halt for a moment as he saw Anyang's blonde hair turn into an illusory shadow in the sunlight.

His cry instantly choked in his throat, and all the words that had never been said rushed out like crazy.

"I've always loved you! Tasia, please don't leave me! ”

He just found out a little late, he just lost himself on the road.

He wanted to give her a unique castle, the most beautiful and holy messenger in his life......

But in the past four years, the four years he has been a vampire, how did he lose her......

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No one knows what happened to the Winged Castle on that clear afternoon, where countless dead vampires and humans were piled up in the cold basement.

The owner of the Winged Castle, the Rev. Savier, has not been heard from since.

The choked sobs were suppressed screams, and the body that had never eaten blood was weak and unstable.

One, two, or seven, eight......

Degraded vision and hearing have made Sawell obscure the concept of time.

The bound hands and feet froze all the movements, but they also fulfilled all his wishes.

He had finally left behind everything in the world and was able to think quietly about what Tasia had been like in his memory.

"You're punishing me, so you don't let me die, and you don't let me live well," he lowered his head, barely half of his body cold, like the cage he had built for Tasia in the castle.

He looked at the reflection inside, tears dripping in, "But why is it that every time I think of you, the memories are sweet...... You make me hate you, but I can't be ruthless, I love you so much......"

A whisper of broken thought stopped the approaching footsteps, and Ryan choked on his breath and gathered his exposed fangs.

He wanted this person to die all the time, but every time he approached, he was soberly aware that living like this was the greatest punishment for this person.

His footsteps dragged tiredly on the steps, and in a trance he returned to that sunny white.

He called out in despair, and at the end heard An Yang's slight sigh......

His memory was forever fixed in the blue sky, and he saw the shining stars fly towards the white clouds, where she had returned......

But why didn't she wait for him, he wanted to tell her that they had missed so much time between them.

Zantira, who is like spring all year round, saw the fallen envoy in the white rose bushes of the garden, and set the rest of his life at a glance, and then he often snooped quietly, and for the first time he wanted to become a knight in the night and capture her heart......

The encounter was doomed to a tragic end, four hundred years of time had worn out all his passions, and he no longer feared humans, so he was completely planted in Savier's hands...