C27 Chapter 27

After the fourth cigarette burnt down, even the air that he inhaled smelled like tobacco. This was not the beauty of perfume, it made people want to fall. Jin Shizhan slowly opened his eyes and saw the ashes on his knees and the last cigarette on his finger tip. This cigarette, he didn't even have time to take a sip.

Time seemed to flow between his fingers.

Frowning