C459 Past

Seeing Mu Xiaoyan throw her lunch into the trash can, Ling Anjun leaned his head back on the car seat and touched the cigarette box in his pocket. He took out a cigarette from the box and lit it. Under the light of the sun, the girl seemed to have returned to the way she had first met Ling Anjun, looking forward with an unyielding expression.

Ling Anjun had not smoked for a long time