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In the splendid ballroom, the lights shimmer like stars, music lingers, and the nobles are dressed in gorgeous attire, displaying luxury and elegance. However, behind this brilliance, there is someone in a state of urgency. Rayark, the partner and close friend of Lín Yè, moves swiftly and agilely, like a ghost weaving through the guests. The blue eyes reveal not an appreciation for the feast, but a deep sense of vigilance.
" Lín Yè!" Rayark murmurs in the crowd, his voice tinged with urgency, as if afraid of disturbing this magnificent masquerade.
Lín Yè turned around and saw Rayark hurrying over, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes. "Is something wrong?" she asked, her gaze sweeping over Rayark's tense expression, feeling a twinge of unease in her heart.
"I have something to tell you, about Raisin..." Rayark said with a slightly solemn tone, pulling Lín Yè aside into the shadows to avoid the prying eyes of others. In this bizarre and surreal dance party, every pair of ears could be the eyes of an enemy.
"You know, Raisin is not a simple person. Before he fell asleep, he deeply loved a woman, but that relationship ended for some unknown reasons." Rayark whispered as if afraid of others hearing this secret. His eyes revealed a hint of sympathy, undoubtedly leaving a deep scar on Raisin from this past experience.
Lín Yè's eyes showed a hint of struggle. She didn't expect that beneath Raisin's impenetrable frost, there would be such lingering past events. Although her acquaintance with this Blood King was short, it wove an indescribable connection. Every time she met his gaze, every subtle interaction, was like a dancing spark, unintentionally etched in her soul.
Her eyebrows furrowed as if trying to piece together the scattered puzzle. "Why are you telling me this?" she asked, looking directly at Rayark, attempting to understand his unspoken concerns behind his cheerful demeanor.
"Because I don't want you to make the same mistakes. Raisin's world is too complicated, and you shouldn't get involved," Rayark said with deep concern in his tone, his blue eyes shining with a protective light. He knew Lín Yè's resilience and bravery, but also understood that the whirlpool of emotions was more dangerous than any battlefield.
Lín Yè was silent, but her heart was stirred by Rayark's words, creating ripples upon the surface. She had never truly considered where her relationship with Raisin might be headed, but now, Rayark's words forced her to reexamine her feelings.
In this moment, Lín Yè's inner world was like a storm-tossed sea, with waves crashing. She couldn't deny her feelings for Raisin, but at the same time, Rayark's words also sounded an alarm for her.
"Thank you, Rayark. I will remember your words," Lín Yè finally said, with a hint of determination in her eyes. Her tone was unquestionably decisive, as if a warrior was about to step onto the battlefield in tranquility.
Rayark nodded, knowing that Lín Yè was a wise and brave female warrior who would make the most prudent choice. He gently patted her shoulder, a gesture filled with deep trust and support. Then, they both merged into the splendor of the grand ball, each hiding their own secrets and doubts.
When Lín Yè returned to the ballroom, Raisin was already in the center of the dance floor, gracefully dancing with a Bloodline noblewoman. His dance steps were elegant and composed, every turn and movement exuding the demeanor of nobility.
Lín Yè remained standing there, her gaze as deep as an abyss, immersed in deep thoughts about Raisin. The Blood King, forever shrouded in a mysterious aura, became more three-dimensional and real in her mind with each interaction and understanding. What she saw was not just a symbol of power, but a man with deep emotions and a past.
As the music came to an end, Raisin gracefully walked towards Lín Yè. His eyes shimmered with a soft and profound light, as if able to perceive every subtle movement in her heart. "What are you thinking?" His deep voice carried a barely perceptible concern, as if trying to understand her complex emotions.
Lín Yè smiled gently, a subtle smile that seemed to reflect the ripples in her heart. "Thinking of you." Her response was brief and direct, with a hint of playful undertone in her voice. These three words seemed to contain a multitude of emotions and meanings, encompassing both worries about the unknown and an irresistible willingness.
Raisin's lips gently curved, forming a tender smile. He extended his hand, once again inviting Lín Yè to join this dreamlike dance. Amidst the splendid lights and dazzling starry sky, the two figures merged into the intricate and graceful dance, resembling two shooting stars leaving a dazzling and enduring trail in the night sky, marking their unique presence.
The music flowed like silk as Raisin and Lín Yè spun in the dance floor, their gazes locked tightly. With the melody of the music, Lín Yè lightly parted her lips and asked, " Raisin, Rayark told me that you once deeply loved a woman. What was that experience like?"
Raisin flashed a hint of imperceptible pain in his eyes, sighed lightly, and responded, "That was a long time ago. She was a Bloodline woman, possessing angelic purity and devilish temptation. Our love was like a forbidden poem, but it ultimately came to nothing."
Lín Yè listened, feeling a pang in his heart.
In her heart, a hint of confusion inevitably arose.
"That woman..." Lín Yè she hesitated to ask, "What has become of her now?"
Raisin's gaze became distant, as if traversing through time and space, back to that dusty memory. "She has left this world, but what she left me with is eternal love and pain," his voice was low, each word carrying heavy emotions.
Lín Yè didn't know what to say, she could only feel the depth and helplessness in Raisin's heart. She reached out and gently caressed Raisin's face, trying to smooth over those unseen scars.
Raisin gazed at Lín Yè with a hint of surprise in his eyes, followed by deep emotion. He gently embraced Lín Yè and whispered softly in her ear, " Lín Yè, your presence is like destiny granting me redemption."
In that moment, all doubts dissipated with Raisin's words. The dance floor's lights cast dappled shadows on them, but in their hearts, there was an incredibly bright light.
They continued to spin in the dance floor, dancing the dance of destiny, surrounded by the lights and shadows. Raisin and Lín Yè weaved their own story within the melody. Lín Yè still held doubts in his heart, but these doubts gradually melted away under Raisin's gentle gaze.
" Lín Yè, do you know?" Raisin suddenly spoke, with a hint of inexplicable ease in his tone. "In the legend of Bloodline, there is a saying that when a vampire truly falls in love with someone, he would be willing to offer his own heart to her."
Lín Yè Listening, her heart skipped a beat as she looked up at Raisin, only to see a serious glint in his eyes. These words were not just a legend, but more like a promise.
"Are you... serious?" Lín Yè asked softly, a hint of disbelief flashing in her eyes.
Raisin smiled and nodded, his gaze deep and warm. "Of course, but the condition is that the person must also sincerely be willing to accept this heart."
A previously unknown emotion surged in Lín Yè's heart, and her gaze fell on Raisin's face, as if searching for an answer.
At this moment, the music in the dance floor suddenly becomes slow and deep, and the dance steps also become close and intimate. Raisin gently kissed Lín Yè's forehead, this action was filled with love and respect.
" Lín Yè, whatever your choice is, I will respect it," Raisin's voice is deep and powerful, as if every word carries weight.
Lín Yè is filled with complex emotions, her heart is struggling. However, as she gazes into Raisin's eyes, she finds that her answer has already become clear.
" Raisin, I..." Lín Yè speaks, her voice carrying a hint of determination.
Suddenly, a sharp scream interrupted this warm moment. The door of the ballroom was pushed open violently, and a Bloodline messenger rushed in, panting and with a frightened expression on his face.
"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!" The messenger's voice was urgent.
The sudden turn of events made the atmosphere in the ballroom tense in an instant, and all eyes turned to Raisin and the messenger.
Raisin furrowed his brows, gently releasing Lín Yè, and walked towards the messenger. "What's the matter?" His voice carried unquestionable authority.
The messenger trembled and hurriedly reported, "Bloodline territory has been attacked by an unknown force, the situation is critical!"
Raisin's expression changed, he turned to look at Lín Yè with a look of apology. "It seems that our dance must come to a temporary halt."
Lín Yè She nodded, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. "I will walk with you."
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