Outside the window, it started to rain. It was late autumn and it was a little cold.
A long, lonely shadow stood by the window.
The man held a long, lit cigarette between his fingers as he frequently brought it to his lips to smoke. The sparks from the cigarette flickered faintly as the thick smoke rose in spirals, filling Chi zuxu's deep and serene eyes. His gaze was dark, but he seemed to be in deep thought.
His tie hung lazily around his neck.
It was as if the child's fragrance still lingered there. It was fresh and charming, but it was more like a kind of poppy flower. Even though he knew that it was poisonous, fatal, and addictive, he could not help but want to get closer and have more of it!
He lowered his head and took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand.
However, her gaze was suddenly attracted by a familiar little figure in the rain on the first floor.
He was stunned.
