Cheng Yuan could still remember that evening when his quaking supporter stumbled into his room.
It was as clear as day.
But Cheng Yuan wished it wasn't. He wished he could blur it out and pretend it never existed, leaving him blissfully oblivious.
But he knew it couldn't happen, not when the evidence of the betrayal was right before his eyes, smiling with flattery at his biggest competitor, Bai Hua.
A smile Cheng Yuan had never seen from him was now shown to her.
The sight blinded his eyes, and he threw his head away, escaping from it.
His heart twisted in his chest; the room seemed to close in on him, every breath coming out labored as his eyes were trained on that betrayer.
He wanted to go up to him, clutch him by the arm, and shout, "Why?"
Amongst his supporters, he was the only one he trusted.
The only person who approached him without the influence of it.
The only genuine person.
