It felt like a pair of invisible hands were tightly choking his neck, making it hard for him to breathe.
He was the only one in the room; it was so quiet that he could hear his own heart beating. It was slow but heavy, and with every beat, he could clearly feel a bone-piercing pain.
It was so painful that it made his teeth chatter; it drenched his whole body in cold sweats, and it turned the deepest part of his heart cold.
He instinctively raised his hand, put the cigarette to his mouth, and finally took a hard drag for the first time in a while.
Before he met her, he tried to contrast He Yuguang's excellence by smoking, drinking, fighting… there was nothing he couldn't do.
After he met her and learned she didn't like the smell of cigarettes, he forced himself to quit smoking.
