Shīzōng

"Zhou Hua Fan... Where do you plan to disappear now?" His voice was hoarse and sore, effectively tugging at her delicate heartstrings. She stood leaning against the door, which he pressed his trembling fists against, resisting the urge to break it down just to see her one last time. Biting her lips, Hua Fan buried her face into her quivering shoulders, stifling her sobs. Wiping endless tears that fell into her arms, she continued to hear his quiet but desperate pleas, tearing her up inside. "Do you have to do this? Can't... Can't you let me love you?" The back of her hand turned raw from biting as a soft sob escaped her upon hearing his plea. Zhou Hua Fan never accepted anyone's love or kindness. Knowing from a young age that everything came with conditions, her personality had already twisted before it could be corrected. No one saw it or tried to see it. People called Zhou Hua Fan a selfish demoness who would strip a person bare before lowering her head in apology. They despised her, they feared her, the lawless princess of the Zhou family. But did this princess, who should have everything, really have it all? When asked, people around her gave varied answers: "She was pitiful." "No one hated her more than herself." "An unfortunate soul." Asked this question, the man with dark clouds permanently gathered above his head sharply raised his dagger-like gaze, as if wanting to murder anyone who dared utter her name without permission. "You have no right to judge her."