As Bleiz carried Mona out of the room, I was still collapsed on the floor.The blood from the back of my head streaming down my neck.I stared after him. He was so hurried, so frantic, without even turning his head to me once.I was in excruciating pain and suddenly remembered that, in the past, Bleiz had been just as anxious about me.At that time, I was still a slave in a healer’s house, wearing a simple ponytail, without makeup, pure and refined.Bleiz stopped when he first saw me, staring intently, his pupils turning red.As he approached, his fangs brushed lightly against my neck, but he paused, his breath lingering there — as if just the scent of me was enough to make him lose control.Finally, he reached out his hand to me and said, “Come with me; you’ll never have to be a slave again.”Although I was a slave, I was not one to be manipulated. I paused, suppressed the restlessness in my heart, and directly pushed his hand away: “No thank you, sir, being a slave is my destiny.”He
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