C110

I frowned out of habit, leaned my cigarette closer to the fire, and took a long drag. Smoke curled around me and I held the cigarette between my fingers. I looked up and saw that the thank you was stuck in my throat.

Fu Nian just stood there in the wind, looking down at me. His face was calm, and he didn't have much of an expression on his face. It was as if everything was a matter of course