Yuqiongyin

Sylvalea suffers from heart pain every full moon night, and Luca has been trying to find ways to help her solve this problem.

But only his blood could alleviate her pain at the time, but it could not solve the problem from the root.

Lucas, also known as Rong Yunluo, knew that these were the physical defects of Shen Zhining in every small world, asthma, eye disease, depression...

And now, it’s the heart…

Every time he saw Shen Zhining suffering, he felt heartbroken, but he was powerless.

What made him even more painful was that he watched his lover die in front of him again and again. The feeling of powerlessness and sadness almost made him collapse.

Until we meet again in the next small world, but at least there is still a glimmer of hope.

Every time they meet again, he cherishes the time he spends with Shen Zhining even more and tries to protect her from harm.

In the endless cycle of reincarnation, despite facing numerous difficulties, the relationship between him and Shen Zhining became stronger and stronger.

More than three hundred years later, Sylvaria still maintains the appearance of her teenage years, without any signs of aging.

But she and Lucas both knew that her heart, which had stopped beating, was gradually failing and that she would never wake up again soon.

Lucas also became more clingy than before, going everywhere with Sylvaria, unwilling to be separated from her for even a second.

Sylva Ria lay in the rose garden, lazily watching Lucas picking bloody roses.

She spoke softly, "Are you going to come with me?"

In the sea of ​​blood-red roses, Lucas turned around and smiled easily, his tone so matter-of-factly, "Yes, I said that no matter what, I will always be with you."

Sylvaly's lips curled up slightly, "Lucas, you have been with me for a long, long time."

"Three hundred years is not long enough." Hearing her say this, Lucas hurried to her side.

"Not enough, so stay with me a little longer."

Sylvalia hugged her lover's neck and kissed his thin lips, with reluctance in her eyes.

In fact, she also wanted to stay with him longer, but even though she was reluctant, she was powerless and could only hug Lucas tightly and enjoy these last moments.

Lucas's voice was a little choked up, and Sylvaria could feel her shoulder sockets getting wet, the Yuqiong necklace sticking to her skin.

She heard Lucas say, "I don't want to be alone, don't leave me alone..."

"Then let's go together, okay?" Sylva patted his back gently, her tone soft.

Lucas nodded.

"I love you."

"I love you."

Everything around became quiet, only the breeze gently brushed through the petals, making a slight rustling sound.

The faint sunlight pierced through the thick dark clouds, and strands of golden light fell on them, bringing a touch of warmth.

The two hugged each other tightly in the blood-red rose garden, feeling each other's warmth and presence.

*

Sylva Ria's health was getting worse and worse, and she had become very weak.

Now, she lay quietly in the coffin that Lucas had prepared for her in advance, waiting for him to come towards her.

As he approached, Sylvaria saw that he was wearing the same clothes he had worn when they first met.

The black vest looked a little worn, with a neat shirt underneath, and in his hand he was tightly holding a silver cross.

Although hundreds of years have passed, his appearance has not changed at all. His black and shiny hair, like black jade, still exudes a faint black glow, and his delicate eyebrows are full of tenderness.

Sylvalia stared into his eyes and saw that he was trying hard to hold back the tears.

She knew that deep inside he was filled with sorrow and pain.

She slowly stretched out her arms towards him, her voice as soft as a feather brushing past his ears, "Come..."

Lucas, no, Rong Yunqi's pupils trembled, his lips trembled slightly, and he finally uttered a name with difficulty: "Princess?"

"Yun-Ling."

Shen Zhining's smile became more gentle, like the warmest sunshine in spring, warm and bright.

She was always like this, with an irresistible power that made him want to get closer involuntarily.

The two hugged each other tightly, and Shen Zhining soothed his almost collapsed emotions, "Thank you for your hard work for so long."

Rong Yunqiu looked at her smiling face carefully and stared at it intently. He became dazed and even blank for a few seconds, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

"Princess..." Hot tears rolled out like magma.

"Yun-yue, I'm here."

Shen Zhining raised her hand and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks. She tried to suppress the emotions surging in her eyes and explained to him in a soft voice.

"That day, your tears fell on the Yuqiong necklace, and I began to have intermittent dreams since then. Until just now, I finally pieced together all the dream fragments and recovered my lost memories."

Her voice was a little hoarse, as if every word was filled with endless pain and sorrow.

She looked at the man in front of her, her heart filled with reluctance and attachment, but at the same time she knew that their time was running out.

"But now my life span has come to an end, and I will soon leave this world. And you..."

She paused, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

Before she could say the next word, she was interrupted by Rong Yunqi. He held her hand tightly, his eyes firm and his tone filled with unshakable determination.

"No, I won't let you go alone. Princess, no matter what, I will stay with you, even for just a moment."

Shen Zhining stared into his eyes. She knew very well how much affection he had for her, and how much hardship he had endured to find her.

However, faced with his persistent love, she couldn't help but feel distressed.

"You must have suffered a lot in search of me, right?" she asked softly, tears glistening in her eyes.

Rong Yunluo shook his head and replied with a smile: "Princess, as long as I can see you again, everything is worth it."

At this moment, she wanted to persuade him to give up, but when she saw how hard he worked for her, the words got stuck in her throat and she could no longer say them.

Shen Zhining nodded slightly, and said gently: "Then let's go together."

After saying this, she gently took the silver cross from his hand.

The cross stained with the blood of a loved one has the power to kill high-level vampires.

After the First Embrace, Rong Yunluo, as a high-level vampire, still had a long time to wait. If one wanted to wait for him to die naturally, it might take an endless amount of time.

At this moment, Shen Zhining was about to leave, and he had already decided to leave this small world with her.

She cut her palm with a silver cross, and Rong Yunjie held her hand and let her blood drip onto the cross.

Then, he held Shen Zhining’s hands tightly with both of his own and asked her to hold on to the cross tightly.

Tears mixed with blood slid down from the corners of her eyes, and she gently kissed his eyebrows.

Rong Yunqiu's voice was full of determination and firmness: "Take me away."

Then, without hesitation, he stabbed the cross in his hand into his heart.

There was a strong wind outside the window, flashing blue lightning, and roaring thunder.

The room was silent as she touched her fingers to his skin, carefully tracing his features.

She asked him, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt..."

Of course Shen Zhining could tell that Rong Yunqi was lying. His furrowed brows and the cold sweat on the tip of his nose showed that he was in infinite pain.

Rong Yunqi's lips curled up into a faint smile, "Princess... let's sleep together."

Shen Zhining placed a kiss on his lips.

"it is good."

The blood gushing from his heart stained his white shirt, like blooming blood-red roses, or like surging love for her.

In the coffin, Shen Zhining hugged Lucas, and the blood-red rose tightly entwined the two of them.

She smiled softly, "Yunlu, I'll wait for you to find me again."

"it is good…"

Rong Yunqiu's breath in his arms gradually weakened and he slowly closed his eyes.

In the last second of his consciousness, he heard her say.

"I'll wait for you...Always wait for you..."

In the coffin, blood-red roses are blooming.

Withering again...