"Don't, let go, you will disappear too."
Shen Mosheng's expression grew colder, "Men and women should not have physical contact."
"Mosheng, I am already so pitiful, and yet you are still cruel to me…"
"If you think yourself pitiful, then you are indeed pitiful. If you do not think yourself pitiful, then you are not pitiful."
Shen Mosheng pulled her away and took several steps back. His face was cold and stern as he watched her, with displeasure flashing in his eyes.
"Grandfather He's passing also fills my heart with sorrow. However, he would not want to see you wallowing in self-pity like this. He devoted himself to protecting you, keeping you pure and innocent; you should live a better life in return for his painstaking efforts."
"But, in the future, I won't have my grandfather anymore, no one to protect me…" He Xinyou said, her tears falling again, her state pitiable beyond words, as if raindrops clung to pear blossoms.
