My greatest achievement of going abroad in the past few years was learning to smoke.
I learned to smoke only because in times of anxiety or desperation, I needed something to fill in the gaps.
In those days, my smoking addiction was extremely bad. It was a form of spiritual food for me. Whether it was to numb myself or to indulge myself, at least it filled the gap in my heart.
The sound of the lighter being lit seemed exceptionally loud and clear in the silence of the night.
I took a deep drag, and then a wisp of smoke escaped from the tip of my nose. From the corner of my eye, I inadvertently saw a shadow that was cast diagonally on the ground. I followed the shadow and looked up. Then I met with a pair of steel cold eyes that were as deep as the abyss, I instantly froze on the spot, stunned and at a loss.
