Yan Wang was sitting on the sill of a window, looking at the full moon. His blue eyes seemed to shine under the moon, making his gold hair seem clearer. He had a chiseled jawline and a straight nose.
Sitting here is the only thing he's been doing for the past 60 years. He would never regret saving his descendants; he just wishes his spirit could leave this palace even if his body is in a bright slumber.
But with the seal protecting his body and essence, he can't. He did it so he would be safe; he is the strongest vampire in the kingdom, after all.
He immediately looked at the doors when he heard a sound. He watched as they opened and closed on their own.
He thought that maybe he imagined it. He's been so bored these past 60 years, so his mind must be playing tricks on him. He kept looking at the doors and turned to look at his body on the bed.
