"Planning to move out?"
Zhou Jin'an pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. He took out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, and pressed on the lighter multiple times, but the flame, as if intentionally opposing him, refused to ignite.
He stood tall and graceful, his eyes darker and more somber amidst the interplay of light and shadow.
The more it wouldn't light, the harder he pressed.
Qiao En let out a soft "Mhm" and walked straight over. She took the lighter naturally from Zhou Jin'an's hand, flicked it with a light touch, and a flame burst forth immediately.
She reached it towards him, and Zhou Jin'an, with the cigarette in his mouth, leaned in closer.
The tip of the cigarette brightened then dimmed; he took a deep drag, the smoke sharp and biting in his lungs.
"Cough cough..."
"You're not in good health, you should smoke less."
Qiao En handed the lighter back to Zhou Jin'an.
It was just the most ordinary show of concern, yet it made him overthink.
