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The flickering candlelight, like the first light of dawn, the brilliant Milky Way, reflecting on Raisin's pale yet handsome face. His heart, like a desolate plain covered in frost, lonely and lost. The love of the past, rolling in the ocean of memory, but dissipating like steam, leaving no trace.
In the study, ancient books seem to whisper tales of the past, the melodious sound of the piano accompanies the rustling of pages, as if telling an eternal story. Raisin's gaze falls on that faint silver-white, the witness of his thousand-year slumber, and the shackles of his emotions.
"Love, what exactly is it?" he muttered, his voice softly echoing in the study, like a gentle breeze skimming over the water, creating ripples. In his eyes, there was confusion, struggle, and a hidden longing.
Suddenly, a gust of wind passed by, causing the candlelight to flicker as if responding to his perplexity. Raisin's gaze became distant, as if piercing through time and space, seeing the woman named Lín Yè. Her shadow had left an indelible mark on his heart. Like the brightest stars in the night sky, she illuminated his long and dark path. However, he couldn't discern whether this emotion truly belonged to his heart or if it was just a cursed entanglement.
His fingers gently brushed the piano keys, and the music contained a myriad of emotions, as if telling the unfinished story between him and Lín Yè. Each note seemed to whisper to her, and every melody carried deep longing.
" Lín Yè, where are you?" he murmured softly, and the notes scattered with his whisper, turning into invisible clues that traversed through the tunnel of time and space, searching for the name that caused him heartache.
Outside the study, the moonlight flowed like silver, shining into the dark space and interweaving with the candlelight to create a splendid picture. Raisin stood up, his figure appearing tall and lonely in the moonlight, like a sculpture, silent and profound.
He strolled to the French window, gazing into the bustling city, where skyscrapers and ancient castles complemented each other, as if it were the intersection of two worlds - one filled with modern clamor, the other containing ancient tranquility. His heart, like this city, seemed bizarre on the surface, yet unfathomably deep.
Raisin slowly raised the scepter in his hand, the ruby shining with a mysterious light in the moonlight. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to find that already blurred feeling in this chaotic emotion, the love that had once driven him crazy.
Outside the window, the wind rose and the clouds surged, a loud roar, as if the heavens and the earth were responding to his confusion. A hint of determination flashed in Raisin's eyes; he wanted to retrieve that pure emotion, not for curses, not for power, but only for that pure love.
He turned around, walked out of the study with firm steps, and the candlelight in the corridor illuminated his path. Each step felt like walking in the river of time. This would be a long search, but he feared no danger, only to find back the purest emotion in his heart.
Under the moonlight, the ancient castle stood quietly, witnessing too much love, hatred, and entanglement, as well as the confusion and determination in the heart of the Blood King. Raisin's figure gradually faded away, but his heart never left. On this moonlit night, he left behind a string of determined yet lonely footprints, gradually disappearing into the darkness in the distance.
In the quiet of the night, Raisin walked lightly into the courtyard of the castle, which was filled with dense vines and ancient roses like guardians. Every rose hung its head, as if in contemplation, casting a mysterious and lonely atmosphere over the courtyard. The moonlight gently caressed like ripples, forming a silver sea, illuminating every inch of the land.
He walked to a fountain, where the water had dried up, leaving only the statue of a girl holding a water jug, standing quietly as if waiting for something. Raisin was deeply drawn to the statue, as the girl's face bore a striking resemblance to Lín Yè, deepening his sense of confusion.
"Is it fate or coincidence?" he muttered to himself, his voice echoing through the quiet courtyard, sounding particularly clear yet ethereal like a dream.
Just then, a gust of cold wind blew through, causing the roses in the courtyard to rustle, as if whispering something. Raisin felt something was amiss and cautiously surveyed his surroundings, only to see a figure slowly approaching from the corner of the courtyard.
That's Simon. He's dressed in a finely tailored black suit, holding a silver longsword with intricate engravings on the blade, emitting a cold and sharp aura. There's a hint of worry and urgency in his eyes.
Simon strides steadily towards Raisin with an unquestionably serious tone: " Raisin, there's been activity at the castle. It seems someone is trying to infiltrate."
Raisin frowned slightly, sensing something unusual in the night breeze. "Simon, I know you have always been loyal to me, but now is not the time to inquire about external matters."
Simon met his gaze firmly and responded, "As your loyal subject, I cannot let you be in danger."
In the conversation between the two, the air seemed to freeze, and the roses in the courtyard seemed to hold their breath. The silence of the courtyard was broken by this sudden tension, and under the moonlight, the courtyard was no longer just lonely, but also had a hint of inexplicable urgency.
"My king, it's late at night, aren't you going to rest?" Simon's tone carried a hint of concern, but also concealed a secret unknown to others.
Raisin frowned, "Simon, what are you doing here?"
Simon smiled slightly, "I'm just taking a walk here, and checking if Your Highness is doing well."
Raisin focused his gaze on Simon, as if trying to see through his thoughts. The atmosphere between the two suddenly became heavy, with only the rustling of roses and the distant sound of a bell echoing in the night.
Simon broke the silence, "My king, I understand your confusion, but love has never been a simple matter."
Raisin said coldly, "I don't need your sympathy, nor do I need your preaching."
Simon lowered his head slightly, "I just hope that our king can find what he truly wants."
This sentence is like a sharp knife, piercing Raisin's heart. He took a deep breath and said, "I know what I want and how to get it."
Simon nodded, "Then, my king, good night." With that, he turned and left Raisin alone in the courtyard.
Raisin looked at Simon's back, feeling a mix of emotions. He looked again at the statue of the young girl, and his emotions flowed like water from a fountain, unstoppable.
Moonlight pierced through the ancient window grilles, illuminating every corner of the castle's depths. Raisin's footsteps echoed in the spacious hall, his figure seeming to carry a hint of deep mystery in the interplay of moonlight and candlelight. The faint sound of a qin, like a long river, carried with it sadness and sorrow, flowing slowly.
His heart unconsciously followed the sound of the piano to the music room of the castle. There, a woman in white sat at the piano, playing a long, melodious piece. Her fingers danced lightly on the keys, and each note seemed to come to life, gentle and expressive.
The woman's profile, with its pale complexion, appeared even colder in the moonlight, contrasting beautifully with the faint sound of the piano. Raisin stood quietly at the door, as if enchanted, not daring to disturb, only listening quietly. It seemed as if the mark in his heart was slowly melting away in the music.
The sound of the piano stopped, and the air in the room seemed to freeze. The woman slowly stood up, turned around, and under the moonlight, her eyes were as deep as the night sky. She was the mysterious priestess - Ivy. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, followed by a faint smile.
"Your Highness Raisin, I didn't expect to meet you here," Ivy said with a playful tone, as if Raisin's appearance was not unexpected.
Raisin didn't answer, just gazed at her, his eyes deep as if trying to see through something in her eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, "Ivy, what are you doing here?"
Ivy smiled slightly, her voice gentle and charming, "Music is the best healing. When my heart is filled with confusion, the sound of the piano helps me find the answers."
Raisin His heart trembled, "Do you know the confusion in my heart?"
Ivy Nodding gently, her eyes carried a hint of depth, "Your Highness's heart, like this melody, is deep and complex. But the answers are often found in unexpected places."
Raisin looked pensive, a hint of struggle flashing across his brow. "What is the answer you speak of, exactly?"
Ivy smiled faintly, her eyes carrying a hint of playfulness as she didn't directly answer. She walked over to Raisin, gently caressing the piano. "Perhaps, this melody can tell you the answer." Her fingers once again fell on the keys, and the long, sorrowful tune resounded, like a beam of light, illuminating the darkest corners of Raisin's heart.
Raisin gazed at Ivy with a mix of emotions. In the music room, there was only the sound of the piano and the two of them breathing, as if time had stood still in that moment.
Ivy's fingertips once again brushed the piano keys, and the sound of the piano was as clear as spring water. Raisin's heart drifted along with the music, as if he had found the distant answer.
The music ended, and Raisin took a deep breath. "I understand, thank you."
Ivy smiled slightly. "Your Highness, may you find your own answer."
Raisin nodded, glanced at Ivy, and then turned and left.
Late at night, Raisin walked in the long corridor of the castle. Moonlight shone through the windows, casting onto him, and his shadow stretched long on the ground.
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