C320 It Was Good to See Him Again

The smell of cigarette smoke grazed his throat. The taste wasn't too good, but he seemed to fall in love with it. He thought that this smell was a type of loneliness.

The words of the old man kept spinning in his mind …

It seemed to have become a type of opium poppy that lured him …

Marry her … Marry her … Marry her …

His body and heart had been drawn out by his grandfather's words