C3289 Distorted and Decadent

Jiaang Zhaomu sat quietly on the sofa with a cigarette between his fingers. There was a choking smell in the air. His eyes were red, and he no longer had the elegant demeanor he used to have. What remained was a dispirited look.

His entire person seemed to have been absorbed by something, and he looked distorted and dispirited.

He held his forehead with one hand