Yu Zhizhi called out his name.
'Please, be gentle...'
"Dracula."
She hadn't dared to acknowledge him in the banquet hall, but things were different now. They were so close, and his scent was identical to how it had been in the church. She couldn't have been mistaken.
Dracula's expression faltered slightly.
They had both recognized each other, yet neither had taken the initiative to break the unspoken silence between them.
It was just that, he hadn't expected...
That Yu Zhizhi would actually whisper his name.
With Dracula, Yu Zhizhi let her guard down completely. In her eyes, even though his identity was a mystery...
He wasn't a bad person.
In fact, even after she had taken advantage of him, he seemed willing to forgive her.
If she hadn't been so afraid of the pain, Yu Zhizhi would have continued to think of him only as the Godfather from the blessing ceremony—
