Ming Ansheng grinned weakly. His face was still pale and he looked sickly, but it didn't affect his aesthetically pleasing appearance.
He gently stroked Su Yue's nose before pulling her towards him for a tight embrace. He gave her a kiss on her forehead and whispered, "Okay, I smoked. I will try not to, all right?"
Su Yue frowned, looking annoyed. "What do you mean by that?"
He sounded as though he would still smoke from time to time.
Ming Ansheng noticed that Su Yue was about to raise her voice again, and he hastily corrected himself. "Hmmm… then… I shall not smoke."
He had been smoking for years that it was now just a habit for him. Furthermore, he was used to smoking when he worked late at night.
It was too difficult for him to quit smoking immediately.
