The dim room was filled with the lingering fragrance of fine wine. The heavy quilt covered the figure on the bed, outlining a slender figure. With a sleepy groan, Sere pushed away the arm on his chest and sat up from the bed.

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Her long golden hair hung low, covering her eyes. Sere combed it back vigorously, revealing a pale forehead. His ruby ​​eyes swept across the woman lying next to him, her expression full of confusion.

"Sere..."

The woman called Sere's name, stretched out her hands and tried to wrap her arms around his neck, treating him as her affectionate lover.

Sere lowered his head, responded to the woman's call, held her hand, and combed her long hair.

"Marry me, Sere, and we will be together forever."

The woman whispered thinking about the future, "We will spend a happy time together and have several children..."

Sere smiled at the woman, but his smile was unexpectedly cold and he didn't say a word.

"Sere..."

The woman continued to call, which made Sere a little upset.

Sere pushed the soft body beside him, walked out of bed silently, and found his clothes from the messy floor. They were soaked in wine, wet, and felt sticky when worn on his body.

"Sere, what's wrong with you?"

The woman woke up. She hugged the quilt and didn't understand why Serei was suddenly so cold.

"I'm leaving."

Serei was arranging his clothes as he spoke, without any emotion in his tone, "Maybe I will never come back again."

The woman was stunned for a moment, as if she was waking up from a dream. She suspected that she heard wrongly, "What did you say?"

"I said...it's time for me to leave, that's it."

Sere was dressed. The dark and straight coat set off his elegant temperament. The scarlet pupils reflected the expression of the woman who was about to cry. He was extremely cold and there was no shock in his heart.

"Why?"

The woman doesn't understand, she doesn't understand.

"No reason."

In the past, Serei would explain it carefully, and then get punched and kicked by the women. Gradually, he was too lazy to do this, and indifference was the best answer.

He turned his head, picked up the black umbrella next to the door, and strode away.

The woman reacted slowly. She picked up the quilt and ran out the door. When she got to the balcony, she saw Serei holding a black umbrella and walking a long distance away.

She didn't think about why Serei walked so fast, nor did she understand why he held an umbrella in the early morning. She just yelled.

"Sere, you bastard!"

The curses faded away behind Sere, and it seemed that all this had nothing to do with him. Sere hummed a distant tune, walking alone on the forest path holding an umbrella.

For a Night Clan, walking in the daytime is extremely dangerous. Even though Sere is a Night Clan lord, Sere likes to hold an umbrella and hide in the sun, which makes him feel like he is between life and death.

The thrill of dissociation is like walking with the god of death.

Sere raised his head and looked at the edge of the black umbrella. He suddenly stopped and slowly stretched out his hand and crossed the edge of the shadow.

The sun shone directly on Sere's palm, and in an instant, several scorched black spots appeared on his white palm, and wisps of white smoke rose.

The heart-wrenching pain spread, but Serei did not feel fear. Instead, he felt an inexplicable excitement. He watched his skin being burned through, and his flesh and blood condensed into one piece. His fingers bent involuntarily, exuding a wave of excitement.

A burning smell.

Sere's eyes became sickly, and a dark impulse arose in his heart, wanting to throw away the black umbrella and completely expose himself to the gaze of the sun.

This is an extremely crazy idea. The deadly sunlight will first scorch Sere's skin, burn through his body, and evaporate all the blood in his body. But fortunately, judging from Sere's bloodline, even at noon

Even under the scorching sun, it would take more than ten minutes to bake it into pitch black charcoal.

Serre had enough time to act like a coward and flee into the shadows.

"Be brave, Sere."

Sere muttered to himself, his palms had been completely burned into pitch black. He continued to stretch out his hands, the sunlight slowly crawled across his arms, and clusters of flames danced in front of his eyes.

A crazy and weird smile bloomed on Sere's face, and the dark impulse reached its limit. It seemed that he would throw away the black umbrella in the next second and be bathed in the sun again after a hundred years.

At this critical moment, the infinite fear of death erupted from the bottom of Sere's heart, and it easily drowned out the dark impulse.

Sere's breathing stopped for a moment, and he quickly retracted his arm that was sticking out of the shadow, and ran away like a coward, clutching the black umbrella tightly, and hiding in the shadow under the trees.

His heart was beating violently, and after a long time, Sere recovered from the fear of death. He sat blankly in the shadows, and passed like this for a long time.

The sound of horse hooves gradually progressed, and a group of armored knights escorted a luxurious carriage, speeding past on the forest path.

The knights holding the flag high noticed Sere in the shadows. They slowed down and looked at this strange existence that appeared in the wilderness.

Sere seemed to be a decent man, with an aristocratic temperament and a distant and indifferent expression. He was clearly close at hand, yet seemed to be far away.

Logically speaking, such people should only appear in manor castles, not in this dangerous wilderness.

The leading knight asked kindly, "Sir, are you okay?"

Sere looked up at the knight and nodded gently. Except for the clothes that were a little burnt, the arm that should have turned into charcoal had grown flesh again.

"Were you robbed?"

The knight asked again, in this era of war and chaos, the wilderness is full of robbers.

Serei was very good at lying, "So be it."

There was a sound in the carriage, and the woman poked her head out. She saw Sere at the first sight. Like many women who had looked at Sere, she stared blankly at Sere, and was easily addicted to Sere.

In those beautiful eyes.

Sere also looked at the woman, and the expression on her face was so familiar. Sere had seen the same expression on many women's faces.

Forgetting the dark impulses and fear of death in his mind, Sere was like starting another game. He knew that his hunting had begun.

"Are you going somewhere?" the woman asked proactively.

"Sorry," Sere shook his head, showing a sad look, "No more."

"It's so pitiful. Do you want to come with us?" the woman invited.

"Well...thank you."

Sere raised the black umbrella and carefully got into the carriage.

The knight watched all this coldly, until bursts of conversation and laughter could be heard in the carriage.

The team passed through wilderness and streams and arrived at an ancient castle. They were escorting the lord's daughter.

Time changes, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Sere was wearing pajamas and standing in front of the balcony. He looked into the distance. It was another beautiful morning. The deadly sunshine was brewing behind the mountains, and the hazy light illuminated most of the sky.

The picture in front of him overlapped with the scenes in his memory. Serei had experienced similar scenes countless times.

"Sere..."

A slightly weak voice sounded behind Sere. Sere turned his head. The woman sat up tiredly and waved to Sere.

"What's wrong?"

Sere sat next to the woman and put his arms around her shoulders. He could feel the weakness in the woman's aura, and her face became haggard.

"I...I just feel a little uncomfortable."

The woman smiled and reached out to touch Sere's face, "After all these years, you really haven't changed at all... Isn't everything you said true? Are you really an undead person?"

In response to this, Sere just smiled, with a sense of mystery, and whispered in her ear, "Maybe, I am really an undead, or maybe I take good care of myself."

After hearing this, the woman coughed and laughed. After laughing, she became even weaker. She collapsed in Sere's arms and said with envy, "That's great. I also hope that I am immortal."

"Are you afraid of death?"

Sere said, hugging the woman's body tightly and gently stroking her hair.

"Of course, how can someone not be afraid of death," the woman said and laughed at herself, "Yes, Sere, you are an immortal, how can you understand mortals' fear of death?"

Sere didn't speak, and the woman didn't say anything. She just hugged Sere tightly, feeling the body temperature coming from Sere's body.

That cold body temperature.

"Sere, I also want to become an immortal." The woman suddenly said.

Sere looked down at the woman's eyes, her face full of morbidity and death, filled with the desire for immortality.

The pain tortures the woman without any worries, making her exhausted. The more she feels the chill of death, the more the woman desires to live. She is still young, and there are still too many beautiful things to enjoy. In order to survive, she is willing to give everything.

The woman grabbed Sere's hands pleadingly, and Sere avoided her gaze and said deceitfully, "How can I be an immortal..."

"Help me, Sere, I don't want to die yet." The woman interrupted Sere.

Serei took a deep breath, touched the woman's face with regret, and vetoed with difficulty, "No, immortality is not a blessing, but a more terrible curse. It will dilute all the beauty into pale decay."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid, so I can stay with you forever." the woman said.

Se Lei pushed the woman away and his tone became cold, "You won't understand. A long time is enough to change everything. I have seen too many people turn from love to hatred towards me."
To be continued...