She quietly set down the platter of desserts and closed the door, tears rolling down like pearls. She wiped her saddened face and prayed in her heart that Heaven would look after her only son.
Zhu Miaoyue came downstairs to find Li Jinghong smoking in the living room. Disliking the smell of smoke, she said, "If you want to smoke, go outside. I'm going to sleep soon, and the smell will make me feel nauseous for a good while."
Li Jinghong replied coldly, "You've been finding fault with me lately, now even a cigarette bothers you."
"Hanxian is in such a state, and you still feel like smoking? Shouldn't you be thinking of a solution??"
"If I had a solution, would I be here smoking??"
"Forget it. I don't want to argue with you in the middle of the night. I'm going upstairs."
Zhu Miaoyue turned and went back to her room.
Li Jinghong took his cigarette outside to the garden. The light from the cigarette brightened and dimmed in the dark night as he watched the pond, smoking deeply.
