The fatigue was always hard to shake off, but luckily, nearing dusk, my spirits gradually lifted.
As my fingers finally rested on the black keys, the sound of the last note lingered in the room for several seconds before gradually fading away, leaving only the gray-black twilight through the heavy curtains.
Zhong Luoyue lowered her head, transitioning from a half-asleep, half-awake state to complete sobriety.
Click—the lights turned on.
The room door opened, and Queen Elizabeth, wearing a white dress, entered with a basket in her hands, barefoot.
"You're awake." Queen Elizabeth said with a cheerful smile.
She was probably the kind of woman that most men would pursue relentlessly...if she wasn't a bloodsucker.
Like Snow White, she looked like someone with albinism due to congenital defects from long-term malnutrition, her hair almost entirely white.
