A human, entangled with a married vampire, found herself hopelessly falling deeply in love despite the impossible odds. It sounds like the heroine of a tragedy, doesn't it? In such a story, I would play the role of the villainess who obstructs the heroine's love. But this isn't fiction-it's the story of my life. Given that, why must I be condemned for taking pity on my own life? Or A story where two souls, one grieving the loss of his mate and the other destined never to have one, fall in love with each other.
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