The wind shifted direction, Jiang Shuyao was hit abruptly by the smell of smoke and choked.
As she coughed, the milk tea in her hand swayed slightly.
In the corner of her eye, the spark beside her extinguished, whether it burnt out naturally or was snuffed out by its owner was unclear.
"Your boyfriend also smokes, normally how do you tolerate it?"
Huh?
Jiang Shuyao turned her head dazedly and saw Zhong Yuan watching her with an expressionless face.
It was rare for him to speak such a long sentence to her in one go.
Jiang Shuyao took a sip of her milk tea and said helplessly, "Can't help it, when he craves a smoke, not allowing him would lead to murder."
After she spoke, her surroundings were unusually quiet.
Looking over again, Zhong Yuan had turned his face away.
After a long while, that profile suddenly twitched at the corner of the mouth.
Jiang Shuyao felt that this was the closest to a "smile" she had seen from Zhong Yuan during the few times they had been alone.
