"Shuisheng, the man in the photo is the one who drained my blood and made me lie in the museum for a hundred years." Xue Lingqiao sat on the grass, looking at the big white turtle crawling around slowly at his feet: "As long as If I find this person, I can easily break his neck, and when all the dangers are resolved, I should leave her. I have lived enough of being under the fence and being controlled by others... that's right."

He didn't look happy at all, even depressed.

"It must be because the blood in my body comes from her that I can't say goodbye to her, right?"