I can't die
Four days had passed since Xiran was imprisoned. He was famished and starved his throat ached, it had been a long time since he had felt hunger like this. Although he possessed immense self-control and had gone hungry before. Now he was feeling extremely parched, they hadn't given him any food or blood.
The white-haired butler only gave him some water to drink and that was also two days ago. He occasionally took him to the washroom to relieve himself. The hunger crept up in his eyes and all he could think of was drinking blood. The mind plays tricks on you when you have gone hungry for so long. He wasn't sure how long he could hold himself together. He felt weak and disgusted with himself.
The black veins had significantly reduced and his skin was returning to normal. He was in less pain now. But his hunger had quadrupled and there was nothing he could do to sate it.