"To be honest, I truly regret it. I earned quite a lot of money when I was a mercenary soldier. However you might not know, but a profession like that of a mercenary soldier is one where one lives for the day, because there might not be a tomorrow. Who knows if we might die the next day? As a result, none of us saved any money. Money was spent as it came in. We didn't flinch spending it on food, women, and gambling. Other than not doing cannabis, I have eaten all sorts of delicacies. Life truly felt good back then. Now, I really feel like giving the past me a few slaps in the face! No delicacy in the world is comparable to a single strand of my daughter's hair."
When he came to that point, Han Xiaoguo habitually touched his pockets. However, he was half-naked, so how could there be a pocket? He was looking for cigarettes.
He was already out of them and Fangzheng did not smoke, so there was naturally none.
