Ji Yao felt his blood run cold as he stared at Rui Fei who was trying to stabilise himself as the ground shook. The middle-aged man stood beside him observing the change in expression on Ji Yao's face with obvious curiosity.
That's when he noticed something unusual in Ji Yao's eyes as his gaze lingered on a particular person. How could he not discern this feeling? He had the exact same look in his eyes when he first met his wife. Whenever he laid eyes on her his pupils would blossom like a lotus flower at dawn.
He loved her so much that his eyes were only on her but what did he get in the end. A look of disgust each time he got close. How could one tolerate being treated like that by their white moonlight?
