Liang Shuchuan's camellias had bloomed.
South Building sat nested between majestic mountains and rivers, with very low temperatures at night. Xie Shang stood outside, a lit cigarette between his fingers. He didn't smoke it, just fed it to the wind that swept around South Building.
The wispy smoke twisted like a dancer's gauzy veil, sinuously entwined with the breeze, adding an unsought touch of melancholy to the night.
The ash fell to the ground, and Su Beihe commented, "What are you doing? You lit it but you're not smoking."
"Her cough hasn't cleared up yet."
Su Beihe knew exactly who "she" was.
Xie Shang extinguished the cigarette in his hand. He had indeed wanted to smoke but then he thought of Wen Changling. Her cough was still not completely better, and with him not at home tonight, he wondered whether she remembered to take her medicine or not.
"Put yours out too, I don't like the smell," he said.
