[Nalan Chunbo watched Wen Shan's face turn pale. His hands curled into tight fists. Her untainted light was too dazzling. Sooner or later, she would see the filthy smudges on him. He preferred that she remembered him as the high-spirited Papa Nalan, rather than the disgusting Nalan Chunbo, whom even he despised.
"Stop following me. I will never like a girl who throws herself at a man. Get out of my sight!" Nalan Chunbo growled furiously, then turned around and left.
Wen Shan stood frozen at the same spot, tears pouring like rain. Passersby were gesturing at her but she couldn't hear their whispers, her gaze fixed on the back of a man who was walking further away from her.
Nalan Chunbo turned a corner and stopped. He slowly unclenched his fists and glanced at the traces of nail marks on his palms. His lips curved at the sight, his smirk bitter.
She was the warmth he didn't deserve. She deserved better, not someone like him.
