Ji Ziyan's eyes were dark beneath, slightly lifeless. His step seemed unsteady. It was clear he was extremely depleted, but it wasn't from lack of sleep or physical exhaustion but from overindulgence in lustful activities!
Previously, Bai Ruozhu had a good impression of Ji Ziyan. Especially when she learned he had observed three years of mourning for his deceased wife, ignoring his career, she highly admired such a man of deep feeling and justice. However, in just a blink of an eye, he had been intimate with another, and even overindulged. The contrast was too drastic, wasn't it?
She took another glance at Ji Ziyan. Though the sparks had disappeared from his eyes, he stood there blatantly, his gaze clear and devoid of any evil intent. It was somewhat strange to her that a man with such eyes could be a hypocrite.
