Xiao Feng, the crown prince of the empire, was adored by all. He was the embodiment of strength, beauty, and power—an untouchable figure of regal perfection. But beneath the golden façade, his body harbored a terrible secret. The royal physicians had delivered a cruel verdict:an incurable disease, a slow and merciless killer that would drain him of everything he was.In one year,the strong and radiant prince would become nothing but a withered husk, gasping for breath until death finally claimed him.

He refused to accept such a fate. Late one night, when the halls of the palace were silent, one of his most trusted servants whispered an ancient legend. A vampire, a creature of night and mystery,possessing an extraordinary power—perhaps the only power capable of saving him.But there was a problem.

She despised humans.

And yet, desperation drove him forward.Now, as he stepped past the towering iron gates of her domain, a chill wrapped around him like unseen hands. The castle loomed before him, an imposing monument of shadows and forgotten nightmares. The very air trembled with an eerie energy, thick with the scent of something ancient, something otherworldly.The doors groaned open at his presence, revealing a grand hall bathed in darkness, the flickering torchlight barely piercing the abyss. He took a cautious step forward, and then—A shadow moved.The air shifted, heavy and suffocating, pressing against his chest. His breath hitched. His knees buckled before he could stop them.

He hadn’t even seen her yet, but something—something in the atmosphere, in the sheer weight of her presence—sent his heart into a frantic rhythm.

Then she emerged.Or rather, her presence consumed the space. A figure, blurred between the edge of reality and nightmare, eyes gleaming like molten gold in the dark. Power radiated from her in waves. Xiao Feng collapsed.

His hands trembled as he clutched at the cold stone floor beneath him, his voice barely a whisper.

"Please… don’t hurt me. I beg you… I only seek your help."