Heartthrob: The vampire princess doesn't want to be a stand-in

At this moment, the finger that Evelin pointed at his heart seemed to have turned into a sharp blade.

Every word she spoke cut into the softest part of his heart, causing him so much pain that he even found it difficult to breathe.

"Brother, I gave you my heart. This time, you should give it back to me, right?"

Evelin leaned into his arms reluctantly, and the hand holding his sleeve increased its strength.

There was love in those misty eyes, full of affection and shyness from her girlhood.

That kind of coquettish, weak shyness was just like how she had acted towards herself countless times during her teenage years.

But compared to when we were young, the affection that is about to overflow is even stronger.

Evelin understood that these things once belonged only to him, started with him and ended with him, and today was the last time.

The difference was that when she said these words, every cell in her body was shouting and clamoring.

The despair that was about to collapse extended to her limbs and penetrated into every part of her body.

Evelin took a deep breath following her memory, and her red eyes closed tightly.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and bright tears dripped down one by one. The hot tears fell on the back of Garland's hand, burning his skin.

"Brother, Yi Yi begs you to give my heart back to me, please give my heart back to me, okay...?"

Evelyn closed her eyes tightly, as if this would prevent Garland from seeing how desperately and sadly she was crying, and her tears would not flow so wantonly.

Garland's pupils suddenly shrank. At this moment, he felt that all the blood in his body was flowing backwards, and his body was completely cold.

He couldn't help but tremble, and his misty blue eyes couldn't resist Evelin's call of "brother". They slid down his cold cheeks and dripped onto Evelin's face in his arms.

"it is good."

After a long, long time, so long that it seemed like a century had passed, Garland responded softly in a trembling, low voice.

He slowly and reverently approached Evelin’s thin lips, extremely carefully, and pressed an extremely light kiss.

Evelyn released his embrace and handed over the wine glass on the table.

The ice-blue liquid in the transparent glass exudes a rich luster, like a sapphire, like the sea under the sunset, and like her bright eyes when she loved him.

The two of them didn't talk anymore. They just looked into each other's eyes in tacit understanding and drank the liquid in the cup together.

They smiled at each other when they put down their wine glasses, and the tears in the corners of their eyes seemed to slide down as if relieved of a heavy burden and fell heavily to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Even if there was any way out, she would never choose to drink it.

But no, she chased him for hundreds and hundreds of years.

No matter how hard Evelin tried, it was all in vain.

She even showed him her heart, but she still couldn't move Garland's heart which was filled with other people. What else could she do?

Evelyn turned her head away, her blurry eyes never looking at Garland again.

Garland looked at her deeply, then turned his back and walked away.

The two people have gone their separate ways since then, and every bit of memory of each other in their minds will be gradually removed today.

Just like the saying goes, after separation, we live our whole lives apart, but years have passed.

Garland spent hundreds of years carefully carving memories for her, but at this moment, it was so easy to erase them.

Not until Garland's breath completely disappeared from the room did Evelyn spit out the liquid in her mouth.

She sat down on the big bed, completely exhausted, and the tears she had been holding back finally burst out like a torrential rain.

How could she bear to forget the memory he had carefully carved for her over hundreds of years? How could she bear to forget him...

How could she bear the pain of having Garland's name, his face, and every bit of him stripped from her body and mind?

"treasure."

Evelin's heart suddenly ached, and the sweet taste stuck in her throat gushed out.

She suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, and finally fell lifeless in a pool of blood.

Evelin’s disembodied voice floated out of the window on the east wind, drifted toward the man in the distance, and into his ears.

"treasure."

Garland heard the voice gradually fading away in his mind, his eyes trembled, and he muttered to himself.

His eyes were extremely clear and transparent, without any ripples or attachments anymore.

"You are really willing to give up."

Vincent appeared from the path in the courtyard and blocked Garland's way out.

Garland looked at him coldly, his lips tightly pursed with no intention of speaking at all.

"Since you've decided to forget it, never appear in front of her again."

"You've hurt her enough."

Vincent restrained his smile, and it was rare to see a serious look on his face.

There was a gleam in Garland's eyes, and he did not respond to Vincent's words. Instead, he raised his foot and walked forward.

"Gallan, please remember this."

“The person who gives up first has no right to be excited when they meet again.”

"This time, you chose to give up on her, not her giving up on you."

Vincent stared at Garland's slightly stiff back with mixed feelings.

If Evelyn was happy to love Garland, then he was willing to step back as long as she was happy.

But falling in love with Garland exhausted Evelyn time and time again, leaving him no longer able to sit idly by.

Even though everyone knew that Evelyn loved Garland, people are often selfish.

Vincent only hopes that the person he loves can live a free and unrestrained life without pain.

That's why he gave Evelyn the only bottle of forgetfulness potion in the Si family in a hundred years, allowing her to make her own decision and choice.

Choose to forget and start a new life, or to live with the pain of the past and spend the rest of your life licking and healing it.

No matter which one Evelyn chooses, he will give Evelyn enough respect.

But even Vincent had never expected that Garland would agree so readily.

At this moment, Vincent couldn't help but begin to waver. Was his action helping Evelyn or causing her secondary harm?

After stepping out of Rose Castle, Garland looked up at the clear blue sky.

The midday sun is so dazzling that it is impossible to look directly at it, and the golden light envelops everything in sight.

But Garland did not feel the slightest warmth. Instead, he felt as cold as if he had fallen into an icy cave from head to toe.

The cold wind had already dried up his tears, and Evelin's soul floated over from afar, her eyes were red and swollen, and it was obvious that she had just finished crying.

"As expected of you."

"I would rather choose to forget me than believe me."