Zu Yuntao's feelings of regret echoed in his heart, but his hand involuntarily reached for that cigarette.
When the lighter clicked on with a snap, the flame dancing along, he suddenly froze.
Zu Yuntao took the unlit cigarette from his mouth, inspected it meticulously, and asked once more, "Dad, where did you get this from?"
Director Zhu looked at him warily, "What's it to you? If I give it to you, then smoke it. If I don't, don't even ask for one!"
Zu Yuntao: ...They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but why did he feel like his worth as a son plummeted ever since his dad was admitted to the sanatorium?
He hadn't even said he wanted the cigarette!
It had no label, and it looked like it was casually rolled with plain paper—wait a minute!
He realized something and once again studied the cigarette in detail, saying incredulously, "Dad, you couldn't have rolled this cigarette yourself, could you?"
