There wasn't a need for them to be so sad. Were Zhou Hua Fan's first thoughts upon seeing those expressions of heartache and anguish. It couldn't be said she was entirely unattached, a part of her still wanted to save these people who held her in the palm of their hands. However, if put on a scale, Huang Gou Heng had been the first to bleed, fight, love, and die for her, dragging the world's burden and her own onto his shoulders. A predicted favored son of heaven picking up a pampered stray kitten shielding her from wind and rain sparing not a single layer of skin with dogs barking at his heels. She had been to hell but beneath her was another who willingly laid down in the deepest pits so she could have a place to settle. Zhou Hua Fan, despite her words and distance, would die for Huang Gou Heng.
