One was an elf princess, like the purest spirit born from the forest, her lively eyes reflecting an innate purity and clarity. Her every movement radiated an ethereal charm, as if she were an angelic spirit descended to earth. The other was a young vampire king, his face cold and profound, his features as if meticulously carved by time. When his thin lips pressed together, they carried a chilling arrogance, and his entire being exuded an aura of unparalleled elegance, yet also a mysterious, almost demonic allure. Standing together, the two seemed like a perfect match, an absolute pair!
In my mind, I wildly concocted a love story so beautiful it would drive even the heavens mad with jealousy, imagining them walking hand in hand under the moonlight, surrounded by a dreamy halo. However, their encounter seemed shrouded in a thick fog deliberately cast by fate—"It was a meeting more beautiful than any fairy tale, but why did she die?"
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