But Cleanse Day was approaching, and Ming An couldn’t wait for the baby girl to grow up. So he sealed her in ice again, temporarily freezing her time.
Afterward, he went to the Elders’ Council’s baptism ceremony. There were many children there—almost all of them purebloods. He was pleased. So he patiently waited until the ceremony ended before making his move.
Once he had dealt with everyone, he noticed a little girl hiding nearby. He praised her sincerely, calling her talent beautiful. The girl didn’t respond; she was trembling in fear. Since the day’s Cleanse activities had ended even faster than he’d expected, he suddenly decided to pass the time by looking into the course of her life.
After all, if he was going to kill her, there was no rush.
And what did he see?
He saw a beautiful young girl nestled against his side, happily calling him Ming An. It was winter. She was dressed in thick clothes, bundled up like a little ball. She kissed his cheek and said joyfully, “I like you—really, really like you. No matter how long this life is, I want to stay by your side.”
What expression had he worn at that time?
His face had been glowing with happiness, like an idiot.
The vision ended abruptly there when the girl fainted.
Ming An crouched in front of her for a long time, considering whether he should kill her. If he killed her, that little girl from the vision would never exist, and he would never turn into a fool like that. But when he raised his scythe… he found that he didn’t want to kill her after all.
He thought perhaps it was the strange feeling of sinning, killing his future mother-in-law, that made him stop.
Of course, it wasn’t possible for someone like him to feel guilt.
He was too bored—so bored that he wanted someone to appear and shatter the monotony of his endless existence. If, in the end, he grew dissatisfied, he could always kill the girl then.
Ten years later, he went to Osiris High School under the name Ming An. There, he met Xia Chao and Wang Ci. When the young engaged couple quarreled and threatened to break up, he would watch from the sidelines, bored. Then he would walk out of the classroom and lock the door behind him. By the next day, they still hadn’t broken up.
Nearly three hundred years passed.
It was said that Xia Chao and Wang Ci had a daughter, a precious pureblood.
He only sent a gift and did not go to see what the child looked like. He wanted to preserve a sense of novelty for himself. Besides, he still had other matters to handle.
Yan Luo’s heart had finally adapted to the baby girl’s body. Ming An lifted the ice seal, and the child resumed normal human growth. He had no interest in raising a child. One evening, he left the baby at the doorstep of a historian—a man deeply fascinated by vampire culture. Sixteen years later, Ming An merely leaked a small piece of information about the existence of vampires at Osiris, and Professor Zeng promptly moved there with his daughter.
From that moment on, everything had a reason to converge inevitably.
Whether it was Feng Guang or Zeng Xue—who carried Yan Luo’s heart—both would come to Osiris.
On that day, Ming An stood before a window, watching the young girl struggle to drag her suitcase. A faint smile curved his lips.
A pureblood noble without the scent of blood—look at that. What a rare and extraordinary anomaly.
He was very satisfied.
Because she had successfully piqued his interest.
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152