Not Just A Name

Avril suddenly felt that she was both stupid and selfish. Just because of his true identity as a vampire, she had hurt the most important person in her life.

Why didn't she notice his unusual behaviour earlier? Why had she been immersed in her own emotions all the time?

Avril ran as fast as she could. She could feel her breathing becoming rapid and her vision starting to blur, but she didn't want to stop.

At this moment, she just wanted to see him and apologize to him.

Then, she would tell him that she loves him, and she wouldn't care about his identity anymore. She had already accepted everything he was.

In the backyard garden, there was a small path paved with round stones, winding to the tea pavilion surrounded by maidenhair trees.

Along the way, Avril saw many servants quietly cleaning fallen leaves, but she did not see Haider and Madam Henry.