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His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and as he slowly recounted his story, Min Xinduo only felt that the Adam's apple might eventually break through the thin layer of skin and jump out.

The smell of him had changed, too, and even though he had deliberately put on perfume, it couldn't mask the faint smell of smoke around him.

This was mixed into his bones.

"You smoke?"

Min Xinduo asked