He suddenly let go of me and staggered backward as if he had been stabbed. His pale face was streaked with two lines of crimson tears of blood, both tragic and terrifying. His tall, handsome figure collapsed heavily to the ground, then he frantically struggled to stand up, roaring at the sky, "No, it wasn't me who killed Eunice! I didn't... Why? Why... Why are you doing this to me?"
He was like a lonely, desperate beast. In an instant, his face was covered in tears of blood, the blood continuously dripping onto his robe. He was completely immersed in the pain of the past, as if he had already forgotten me.
I let out a long sigh, my frightened heart gradually calming down, and my thoughts became clearer.
The male vampires of the Albert family are all hopeless romantics!
Thank goodness, Lionel is at least somewhat normal, though even normalcy doesn't interest me anymore.
