"Master!" Ah Zhou's face turned anxious as he quickly put a pill into Xuan Ying's mouth. Xuan Ying's throat moved up and down as he swallowed it.
"Master, are you alright?"
Xuan Ying shut his eyes tightly. His face paled before it darkened to an ugly shade of green. He remained silent.
Ah Zhou hesitated. "Master, your anger disorder has been recurring quite often lately. I don't think it's a good sign."
Xuan Ying's handsome features were tight. Three years ago, it wasn't only his face that was affected and ruined. He had also developed an anger disorder that was triggered whenever he experienced fluctuating emotions.
Sometimes he really hated himself.
Half a face ruined and an anger disorder. He was like a monster that dwelled in the dark corners of the world, for people to look down on. Though he could easily acquire more power, status, money and women now, nothing could fill the hole in his heart.
