Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
She was dazzling, the center of attention, accompanied by handsome men, surrounded by countless fans.
He, on the other hand, stood in an obscure corner of the street, watching her from a considerable distance.
A moment later, he slightly lowered his head and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, took one out, and placed it between his lips.
The lighter clicked.
As the wind blew, he slightly cupped his hand, and the flame flickered weakly through the gaps between his fingers.
When he squinted slightly to look at her again, the smoke that leisurely drifted between his nose and lips enveloped her figure in a misty haze, vague and indistinct.
It seemed as if it added an unspoken, vast distance between them.
Darkness gradually settled in the depths of his eyes.
He now understood why his father, mother, and cousin did not believe she was his girlfriend.
