Guo Jingze's hands trembled uncontrollably when Mu Chenyan finished speaking.
When Guo Jingze raised his head, Mu Chenyan noticed an indescribable pain in his bloodshot eyes.
He messed up his matted hair as his mental state became more irritated and enraged.
He was usually a gentle and well-mannered man. However, Mu Chenyan believed that this side of Guo Jingze represented his true self.
She saw Guo Jingze for the first time at the entrance of a bar in City A three years ago. He looked similarly dejected as he stumbled around while carrying a bottle of alcohol. His voice was hoarse while his gaze seemed misted over. If other people did not look carefully at the expensive clothes that covered him from head to toe, they would assume that he was merely a downtrodden drunkard.
