Upon reaching the pavilion, Ji Chu took a box of Panda cigarettes out of his pocket, pulled out two, and handed one to Gu Chen.
Gu Chen nodded his head, said thanks, and then put the cigarette in his mouth.
Seeing the worried look on his face, Ji Chu's brows moved slightly. He took out a lighter, lit his own cigarette, and then passed the flame to Gu Chen.
Gu Chen took it gratefully, lit his cigarette, and a stream of blue smoke poured from his mouth.
Truth be told, his mood wasn't good at the moment.
Truth is always cruel. Upon learning the cause of Ji Pianran's death in his previous life, the guilt that already had no place to settle in his heart grew even deeper.
How inhuman he had been.
Ji Chu exhaled a puff of smoke and walked over, patting Gu Chen on the shoulder.
"It will all pass."
Given the number of times he had seen Gu Chen at the hospital, Ji Chu felt that the man must either be seriously ill himself or have a close relative who was.
