The young man's pale blonde hair swept his delicate eyebrows, and his purple eyes were cold and bloodthirsty.

The facial features are deep and the eyelashes are long.

In particular, the lower eyelashes are very thick, and they look like they are born with eyeliner.

The lip-shaped lip line is also exceptionally beautiful.

The whole person is sexy and dangerous.

The boy got up, stepped out of his long legs, and walked onto the balcony.

In the aisle was a rich Persian carpet that stretched to the end.

There was a lattice window with rose vines falling from the windowsill.

The boy's black boots stomped on the ground without a sound.

The sconces embedded in the red brick walls are surrounded by iron grilles, and the light is dim.

The boy walked to the door of the last room.

Raise your slender white hand against the luxurious and heavy door, and gently push it open.

In the center of the room lay a solid wooden coffin, open, unnailed.

Inside lay a beautiful and gentle woman with a pale face.

Blonde hair, up to the waist.

Wearing a retro red dress.

Sleep peacefully.

The boy stood still in front of the coffin and looked down for a moment.

This is his mother.

Eight hundred years ago, he was sealed by prayer and fell into a deep sleep to this day.

My father also disappeared in that fire and has not been heard from since.

He was also poisoned.

At that time, he was the only one left in the family, a housekeeper.

Later, he used his talent to open a manor and make various investments.

The business grew and soon became a rich man in the eyes of outsiders.

Then he moved here and recruited a group of servants to come in.

This stay is the passage of so many years.

But the curse on him still hasn't been removed.

There is no one who loves him, and there is no one he likes.

Unlike other vampires.

Other vampires love to come out at night and party and hate daylight and sunshine.

Because their power will be weakened in the sun, it is easy to self-immolate, that is, to set fire automatically.

But he won't.

He was born with a fear of loneliness and darkness. Fear of full moon nights.

He can walk in the sun unharmed, not afraid of direct ultraviolet rays. The power is also completely unaffected.

and not afraid of silverware, crosses, garlic.

Although he doesn't like to eat garlic.

"Master Kira." Mason walked in outside the door, a document in his hand.

Mason was the housekeeper of his house and had been in his house for a thousand years.

It's no ordinary vampire anymore.

It's the Blood Clan Elders.

Although not a Daywalker, Sunlight poses little threat to Mason compared to other normal vampires.

Hardly.

The boy looked out faintly.

"These are the things you're going to need for class tomorrow." Mason respectfully handed over the document in his hand.

The boy glanced down.

After taking it, his slender snow-white fingers pinched the side of the document, and his eyes fell on the face of the woman in the coffin again.

Mason next to him couldn't help but comfort: "Young Master, don't be too sad, one day, Madam will wake up." ”

The young man's long eyelashes lifted slightly.

……

In the afternoon, the class lasted until half past two.

Lorraine walked out of the classroom and back to the dormitory.

On the way from the classroom to the dormitory, there is an apple grove.

During the solar term in mid-April, the apple branches are adorned with pink and white stamens.

Many students leaned against the trees with books and read, and there were also three or five sitting on stone benches, gathered around the stone tables and talking.

The oncoming students were very mixed, with dark-skinned, white-skinned, and yellow-skinned.

The apartment arrived quickly.

It is a two-person room.

The décor is very luxurious.

The aisle is a precious Persian carpet with violets on both sides of the aisle.

Lorraine couldn't remember if it was violet bloom season, but when the breeze blew in through the window at the end, the air would be filled with a faint scent of violet flowers.

Lorraine walked to her door and tried to open it, only to find it open.

He didn't think much of it, and just pushed the door in.

"Whoa", a bucket of water suddenly poured down from the door.

Lorraine was caught off guard and instantly became a soup chicken.

Depend on.

This vile and vulgar whole person drama.

Lorraine raised her hand and touched a handful of water on her face, and coldly swept towards the boy who was standing by the bed watching the show, showing a gloating expression.