"Forgive my bluntness, Brother Xuan, about this experience..."
Before Zhizhong could finish, Qian Xuan said sternly, "Isn't it better to follow the plan?"
"Oh... okay!"
Zhizhong's expression turned serious, and he sat up straight, looking very much like a primary school student.
Qian Xuan was silent for a moment, then reached into the pocket of his wheelchair and took out a beautifully crafted porcelain vase, opened it, and began drinking water.
After setting down the water, he glanced at Zhizhong and said, "Why just sit there? Drink some water, smoke a cigarette!"
"Uh..."
Zhizhong was startled but still managed a smile, and drank water, smoked a cigarette.
Qian Xuan said nothing more and didn't ask him to leave, but he picked up his cellphone, seemingly to check and send some messages.
Zhizhong could only enjoy the special cigarette, resigned to just enjoy it.
It was too quiet here, but smoking helped relieve his inner emotions.
