The man's tall, slender figure blocked all the sunlight. His black wings were covered in scars, with hardly a single unmarred spot.
In his half-Beast Form, his gaze was even sharper, yet it held infinite tenderness as he looked at Yu Zhizhi.
Yu Zhizhi knew he had saved her. Her nose tingled, and tears fell, one by one.
"Dracula..." she sobbed softly.
"Don't cry. It doesn't hurt."
"SOB SOB—"
It was as if Yu Zhizhi's tears would never stop. "I thought you had already left..."
"I'm sorry." Dracula wiped her tears.
But the more he wiped, the more they fell. He leaned down and gently pulled the young woman into his arms.
Dracula had once thought it was all a sham.
All just the little female's lies.
But he regretted it.
'I should have trusted her more—'
"Follow this path straight ahead, and you'll see a stream. There's a small log cabin next to it; it's a supply station in the mountains. Wait there. The Guard Team will find you soon."
