He sat paralyzed on the ground, his handsome face drained of all color, two days and nights of torment had left him looking as if he had lost his soul, listless, with disheveled hair and a short stubble of blue beard sprouting around his mouth.
A man merely in his thirties, yet at this moment, appeared even more aged than someone in their forties.
His eyes, swollen and bloodshot, conveyed a terrifying despair that chilled any onlooker.
Shangguan Jing leaned against the wall from a distance, looking at him with a mixture of hatred and fear.
"Ji Kai, why can't you trust me? The truth really isn't what it seems…" After a moment of panic, Shangguan Jing began to regain her composure.
She had never taken Ji Kai seriously, thinking of him as a fool, someone who would always protect her as long as she cajoled him well.
"I really haven't been with another man, and I don't know what you're talking about being with other men; all of this must be fake, set up by them to deceive you."
