Ogood stretched out his slender hands and gently hugged his mother.
Eliza hugged him back, "You're going to die, Ogood, listen to me and try to take their blood, okay?"
The man smiled lightly, his thin lips outlined an elegant arc, "You don't have to worry about me, her charm is not so great, and my life has only gone a short distance."
Lady Eliza shook her head. "No, you're lying to me, dear."
Ogood said nothing, and the hand on his mother's back was so pale that it was almost transparent.
Only then did Shen Mubai realize something.
No wonder she always felt that something was wrong, the male lead had hardly drank human blood in these years, let alone a drop, not even half a drop.
"Listen to me, Ogood, I will prepare a lot of blood for you." Madam Elisa said, getting up tremblingly.
Since then, fresh blood has been sent to the manor every morning.
The maids put them on the dining table without the slightest suspicion. They were immersed in the man's bewitching charm.
But Ogood didn't touch the blood, his skin became paler and paler, like a human being who doesn't see the sun all day long, sick and lonely.
There are fewer and fewer servants in the manor.
Mrs. Eliza did not send the blood, and in her twilight years she came to see the child for the last time.
As a mother, she didn't cry this time, but looked at Ogood and sighed, "Promise me, will you get out of here?"
For vampires, their lifespan is much longer than that of humans, and they are also very dangerous.
Because vampires have to constantly change their identities in order to reduce the risk of not being discovered.
Ogood said nothing.
Mrs. Eliza was disappointed, but she respected her child's choice, "she will not appear."
Ogood lowered his eyes slightly, under the pale skin, pale blue veins were faintly visible, "I love you very much, and I love her very much."
Lady Eliza covered her lips and hugged her baby.
The last servant on the estate was dismissed.
The man quietly took care of the rose garden in the garden, cutting a branch every day and putting it in the vase in the room.
He began to eat less and less, and gradually stopped setting foot in sunny places.
His skin is getting paler and paler, and sometimes he looks like a still oil painting even though he is sitting there.
Shen Mubai is standing on the side, she is a God's perspective, she will not see what she says or does.
When the pointer reached seven o'clock, the man got up, and after a while, he went downstairs fully dressed.
I didn't eat today, and I opened the door and walked directly into the garden.
But for some unknown reason, Ogood, who was unlucky, rarely encountered the sun so early.
A small corner of the sky appeared, and golden light fell on the horizon, just hitting the rose-bed.
Shen Mubai looked up and felt that today's roses could not be picked in his heart.
However, Ogood didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even pause in his steps, and walked in that direction.
The man bent down slightly, and stretched out his slender fingers to a branch of rose that was in full bloom. It was very beautiful, with a few drops of dew in it, as if shyly blooming its own beauty.
Fragments of sunlight fell on the pale skin, and the hand cutting the stem trembled imperceptibly.
The expression on Ogood's face didn't change much, his eyes dropped, he picked up the rose as usual, and then turned around.
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