His youth was full of her, yet in her youth, there was no trace of him—not only was he absent, but her youth was completely occupied by a man named Baili Mu.
Since the age of fourteen when his feelings first stirred, his heart held only her. He had always thought that by closely guarding his girl, she surely belonged to him alone. But now, he knew that her heart harbored another man.
This was something Zhan Moxiao could not accept in any way, as if his privately owned treasure of life had been maliciously desecrated, his entire body seemed about to explode.
His blood was churning; the beast lurking deep within began to raise its head and roar, veins on the wrists exposed beyond his sleeves burst forth, each pore slowly opening, the bloodthirsty desire hidden beneath the pores spreading outward like wild grass.
He was in such agony that his eyes began to turn blood-red.
