Tom hurriedly chased down, looked around, and only by then did he see Vivi's figure in the corner.
The sky had turned dark, and the light in the lobby illuminated Vivi's rather tired face.
When he managed to catch up with her, Tom saw a cigarette in her slender finger.
He sighed and shook his head. He stepped forward to pick up the cigarette, and smoked it. Then the light taste immediately entered his lungs.
Vivi looked at him without speaking.
Tom smoked twice before throwing the cigarette butt in the trash.
He reached out and pulled on Vivi's fingertips, then gently rubbed them in the palm of his hand. "Are you angry?"
Vivi shook her head. "No, just a little tired!"
Tom pursed his lips, then touched her cheek sadly. "If you're tired, you don't have to go to work. I can still support you!"
