Samuel Johnson stood still, unmoving.
His expression was exceedingly indifferent, the usual anxious searching in his eyes had completely vanished at this moment, leaving only a forcibly feigned calmness.
He pulled out the pack of cigarettes the leader had given him from his pocket and tried several times to light one, but failed. A lighter appeared before him, and someone lit his cigarette.
The tall middle-aged man stood beside him and asked, "You found the person, aren't you happy? Won't you go down and see?"
Samuel Johnson took a drag of the cigarette, the poor quality of it made his throat ache, he coughed softly, blew out a ring of smoke, and then watched through the hazy smoke as Amanda Smith and Evan Willow embraced each other, he could even hear Amanda's laughter.
She was still alive.
His vision blurred, so he shook his head, threw the cigarette on the ground, and ground it out forcefully.
As long as she was alive...
