C1101

White smoke rose up, covering Ye Lingyuan's tired and cold face.

"Cough …" "Cough …"

A hoarse grunt, a tingle after the smoke.

Ye Lingyuan violently coughed twice and could no longer continue to smoke.

He stubbed out the burning cigarette in the ashtray, waited for the smoke to dissipate, and slowly rolled up the window. He adjusted the seat and lay down.

Surrounding.

Nightfall.

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