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Lín Yè stepped lightly and slowly, following the trail of moonlight as she entered the courtyard filled with a mysterious atmosphere. The ancient stone path, gently covered with moss, felt as if each step was treading upon the dust of time. Her eyes shimmered with a searching light, as if this place held certain secrets unknown to others.
Set against the backdrop of ancient trees, a weathered mural caught her gaze. In the painting, a couple embraced each other, their eyes only for each other in the immortal image, as if they were isolated from the world's clamor, existing only in each other's gaze. This scene couldn't help but remind Lín Yè of her own feelings towards Raisin, stirring up a complex mix of emotions, a blend of longing and indescribable bitterness.
Like a phantom, Ivy slowly walked to her side, with deep eyes shimmering with ancient wisdom. She looked at Lín Yè and said with a hint of indifference, "This courtyard has experienced the wind and frost of a thousand years, witnessing countless stories of love and resentment intertwined. You and Raisin may just be a small stream in this river of a thousand years."
Lín Yè looked away from the mural, took a deep breath, and seemed unable to calm the surging emotions in her heart, "I understand that the outcome between me and Raisin may have been destined long ago, but can the emotions in my heart be easily let go?"
Ivy smiled gently, with a hint of mystery in her smile. She reached out her finger and lightly drew a mysterious symbol on Lín Yè's forehead. At that moment, Lín Yè felt a dizziness she had never experienced before. Her vision began to blur, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be attracted by some mysterious force, starting to distort and flicker. Her consciousness seemed to be led to an unknown realm.
In this moment, Lín Yè's world became silent and chaotic, as if time and space had lost their meaning, and her heartbeat became the only sound in this space.
When Lín Yè regained consciousness, she found herself standing in an ancient temple. The temple was surrounded by brilliant candlelight, each one shimmering like a star, casting a warm golden glow that illuminated the mysterious and solemn space. As her gaze focused, she saw Raisin standing in the center of the temple, next to a mysterious priestess holding a wand, the tip of which emitted a dazzling light.
Raisin's eyes were deep and filled with sadness, as if waiting for an unspeakable conclusion. His lips were slightly parted, as if he had something to say but couldn't speak. The priestess beside him had an expressionless face, as if she were an emotionless statue, with a hint of cold sharpness in her eyes.
Lín Yè felt a sense of impending doom, as she tried to take a step forward, but realized her feet were bound by an invisible force, unable to move an inch. She could only watch helplessly as Raisin was being bound by the witch's magic, the power gradually making his body transparent, as if his existence was about to be erased from this world.
"No!" Lín Yè felt a sudden tightness in her heart, shouting loudly, trying to rush towards Raisin, but her body felt frozen, all efforts seemingly in vain.
At that moment, the temple, the priestess, and Raisin's figure all shattered and dissipated like bubbles. Lín Yè found herself back in the secluded courtyard. She was panting, covered in cold sweat, unable to calm the excitement and unease in her heart caused by the scene before her.
Ivy remained by her side, calmly saying, "This is just a shadow of the past, an unavoidable pain. You need to learn to let go; it's the necessary path for your spiritual growth."
Lín Yè She took a deep breath, a glint of determination flashing in her eyes. She clenched her teeth tightly and finally said, "I understand, I know what I should do."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ivy's mouth, and then her figure dissipated into the night like smoke, leaving Lín Yè alone in the courtyard, gazing at the shimmering night sky. The determination in her heart, like the brightest star in the night sky, was firm and bright.
When dawn broke, Lín Yè decided to leave the city. She knew she had to complete this "mission alone, to find that glimmer that could break the curse."
Lín Yè packed her essential gear, put on her familiar black tight leather suit, and fastened the silver belt around her waist, shining with a cold light, showing her determination. She glanced back at the secluded courtyard, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes, mixed with determination.
The city streets appear somewhat hazy in the morning mist, and the figure of Lín Yè moves through the fog like a lone hunter, searching for his path in this unknown world.
Raisin slowly opens his eyes, wrapped in a red robe, and his subordinate Simon hurries over with a joyful expression. "My king, Miss Lín Yè has already left, without leaving a word."
Hearing this, Raisin's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment, then turned into deep pain. He walked slowly to the window, his eyes reflecting the gradually brightening morning light, and the pain in his heart surged like turbulent waves, indescribable. Lín Yè's departure was both a torment to his soul and a collapse of his innermost being.
His gaze looked far away, as if piercing through the city's mist, attempting to find Lín Yè's figure within that haze. To him, Lín Yè was not only a hunter, but also the woman who awakened emotions that had been dormant for a thousand years. Her determination, her departure, pierced his heart like a sharp arrow, making his existence once again feel the cold loneliness.
Simon stood quietly on the side, knowing that at this moment, any comfort would be futile. The mood of Emperor Raisin, perhaps only he himself could understand and release.
After a long time, Raisin turned around, his eyes no longer showing the indifference of the past, but instead a deep and unfathomable determination. "Prepare the horses, we leave immediately," his voice was low and powerful, as if he had made a momentous decision.
Simon was slightly startled, then immediately bowed in response. "Yes, my king."
The morning light outside the window grew brighter, casting a warm glow on Raisin's determined features, adding a touch of warmth to this millennia-old Blood King that did not belong to the night. His gaze was firm, like solidified amber, concealing a thousand years of secrets and determination.
Simon faithfully carries out orders, but turmoil arises in his heart. Emperor Raisin has never been so anxious, and this haste must be related to Lín Yè. But he also understands that the thoughts of Blood King are always like the unfathomable depths of the sea, difficult to grasp.
Raisin strides with determination and strength, passing through the dim palace, each step leaving a deep imprint in the river of history. His eyes no longer hold the past's slumber and indifference, but a resolute pursuit of light.
The sound of hooves rang out, belonging to Raisin's mount - a silver-white steed, its eyes also shimmering with restless light, as if sensing its master's urgency.
Raisin was dressed neatly, his red robe billowing in the morning breeze, the color of Bloodline, a symbol of power. He mounted his horse slowly, holding the Bloodline scepter with a huge ruby embedded at the top, which gleamed with a mysterious light in the morning sun.
Simon followed closely, gripping the intricately patterned longsword with both hands, his eyes filled with loyalty. This would be an extraordinary journey, one that might change the fate of Bloodline and even the entire world.
At a command, the sound of hooves thundered through the city as Raisin and Simon rode out of the castle, vanishing into the morning mist. Their figures flickered like ghosts, leaving behind only a trail of swirling dust and an unknown future.
And at the other end of the city, Lín Yè embarked on a journey to seek light in the morning mist. Her eyes shimmered with a determined light, a perseverance for the future and a challenge to destiny.
Two parallel paths slowly unfolded in this vast world, intersecting and yet pulling each other.
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