Ji Xinhe was momentarily absent-minded, and the unfamiliar man before her suddenly seemed somewhat familiar. The forced smile on his face combined with the pained look in his eyes reminded her of the day of her wedding, when he offered to escort her but was rejected.
He had looked the same back then, as pitiful and helpless as a child.
Years had passed and Ji Xinhe had worn away most of her past friendship with him, yet the one thing she could not erase was a tad of guilt. Such a look in his eyes made Ji Xinhe feel for the first time as though she were a criminal, and then came the news of Duan Lan's transformation. For his interests, he pulled no punches, even sacrificing his own marriage, prepared to spend the rest of his life in the cage-like struggle for power he once despised the most.
