When it was almost 3 or 4 o 'clock at night, most people would easily fall asleep. When they woke up, they would basically be sleeping until the sun was high in the sky the next day.
but at this moment, zhao xu looked very energetic. it was as if a huge stone had been lifted off his chest.
He put on a down jacket over his shoulders and walked to the balcony alone, looking at the beautiful night view of the city.
If he were to light another cigarette, he would be as lonely as snow.
But most of the students in Zhao Xu's generation weren't interested in smoking either. The only contact he had after transmigrating was to ask someone to get some tobacco from Arthur for his father.
Every single word he had said to Wang Ningwei on the phone just now was reverberating in Zhao Xu's mind in the night breeze.
