Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Xiao Xiao knew that Lesenba hadn't been in his room for the past few days; he must be listening to Elisa singing in Central Park.

It's in the original storyline.

Lersenba is drawn to the heroine Elisa, who sings passionately, and is gradually healed by her voice.

Meanwhile, in the sea of ​​roses in Central Park, Elisa, singing passionately, seemed to sense the focused gaze of Lesenba. Feeling smug, she sang even more energetically.

Elisa's singing voice truly has a healing power; even the nearly withered crimson rose has regained its vitality thanks to Elisa's energetic singing these past few days.

"Your Majesty," Elisa bowed deeply and respectfully to Lesenba.

"Are you tired? Have some tea and continue?" Lesenba was unusually amiable.

Elisa pouted and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, I want to rest for a bit. You always make me sing for so long, my voice is hoarse!"

He thought he would feel sorry for himself, but instead he was met with a blank expression.

Elisa's expression stiffened slightly, and she suddenly didn't know how to begin the sentence she had prepared.

Seeing that Lesenba was about to leave, Elisa hurriedly grabbed him and said urgently, "Your Majesty, I can also help you heal your curse marks."

“No one but her can cure it,” Lesenba coldly refused, pulling his sleeve from Elisa’s hand.

"What's so great about her that makes you so attached to her?" Elisa's outward kindness was crumbling, and her face contorted with rage.

Lesenba glanced sideways at the woman in front of him, able to see right through her thoughts—hypocritical, pretentious, and power-hungry. "Miss Elisa, that's your sister!"

"So what? She's already dead, but because of her death, I'm going to lose my love. Lesenba, I love you." Elisa cried, her face streaked with tears, looking pitiful. She reached out to take Lesenba's hand, but he ruthlessly shook her off.

"Enough. I think Miss Elisa is ill, quite seriously ill. I will write a letter tomorrow and have your father take you away." After saying this, Lesenba left Elisa, who was crying her eyes out, and quickly left.

Elisa gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, thinking about the conversation between the maids that morning.

She then realized why Lesenba made her sing in this sea of ​​roses every day.

Because Rosalind's body is buried underneath.

Lesenba wants to bring her back to life!

Hmph, Lersenba doesn't know that his singing can only repair the body, and that Rosalind is now nothing more than an empty shell without a soul.

The night is exceptionally dark tonight.

Elisa

In the darkness, calls came from afar.

Elisa

It was as if someone was calling to her from her sleep.

Elisa's body instinctively moved towards the source of the sound.

Soon a dark space appeared, filled with the dampness after the rain and the smell of dried blood.

The entire space was very dark, with only a few oil lamps flickering dimly on either side of the wall. A gust of wind blew out two of them. The place was perpetually dark, and even the air was murky.

It's not just the dampness and the smell of blood here, but also the aura of death.

This place feels like a prison.

At the end of the darkness was a huge iron gate, securely fastened by layers of shackles and seals, as if something terrible was locked inside.

Elisa

This sound...

It came from behind the door!

Just as Elisa was about to open the door to see what was going on, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind her.

Elisa immediately hid in a dark corner and quietly observed the movements over there.

A group of guards hurried to the iron gate. The royal steward Chekhov, in the middle, checked the seal on the gate and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no signs of tampering.

Elisa suddenly became even more interested in the person inside the iron gate!

After repeatedly checking and confirming that it was safe, the group of people left with peace of mind.

Elisa emerged from the corner and returned to the iron gate. Gazing at the seal that bound the gate, the bright red incantation was shocking.

Elisa tried to peel off the seal with her hand, but as soon as she touched it, the dusty seal immediately emitted a dazzling red light, accompanied by a strong burning sensation. Elisa had no choice but to let go.

"Elisa, you've finally arrived!"

Elisa heard that eerie voice again.

"Ha ha ha!" After a burst of wild laughter, the person inside the door said, "I've finally waited for you!"

Just then, Elisa suddenly felt as if her body was being pulled by a tremendous force, dragging her soul out of her body and into the iron door.

Elisa thus saw what was happening inside the iron gate.

Beneath a towering tree, the massive trunk was black, and even the leaves reflected an eerie blue light in the darkness.

Beneath the large tree, a man's limbs were tightly bound by vines, the sharp thorns of which were deeply embedded in his flesh. Streams of blood dripped slowly down the man's handsome figure, eventually forming a small river that nourished the large tree behind him.

Elisa got closer and then she could see the man's face clearly.

The black, messy hair with streaks of dark green, the high nose bridge, and the well-defined lips gave him a strong yet alluring look.

The man only opened his eyes when Elisa got close.

Those were beautiful eyes!

His dark green pupils were tinged with a faint bloodshot hue, making them appear even deeper, and the gleaming cold light in his eyes added to his aloofness.

"Elisa, it's been so long!"

The man spoke slowly, his tone still icy.

Elisa recognized the man; it was Peter.

He's still alive!

Elisa paused, looking warily at Pierre in front of her.

“I have a way to make Lesenba love you forever,” Pierre tempted.

"any solution?"

“Come here, I’ll tell you.” Pierre’s voice was seductive, and Elisa quickly submitted.