Stench
In a closeted glassed room, reflected by the moonlight. A man could be seen in front of his desk, with his hand on his forehead as he looked at the moon above him.
The man had an extremely refined and masculine face, sculpted flawlessly. He had thick and sharp eyebrows as well as his jaw line, his eyes were dark and radiated maturity.
The man seemed to be in a constant taste of worries as he tensed up all of a sudden.
After a couple of minutes, the man immediately sneered and facepalmed himself in the face.
"Aye! Why am I here pretending to gaze upon the moon and pretending I am a sad male lead, longing for his wife? I was tycoon and now I am stuck here counting stocks!"
Ma Zheng wanted to cry out in anger but all he could do was roughly grab his own hair and pulled them impulsively. He pitied himself very much for being born in this helpless soul
The only good thing he had and admired about his current self was his good-looking sister.