There is No Use in Lying to Me

'You have business with me, but seriously, it's in the dead of the night,' You Xi ranted internally. 'Why do you have to see me at this hour?'

 He almost scared You Xi to death; it was like seeing a ghost.

 "Uncle, t–tell me…" No matter how much he resented the situation, You Xi was still as meek as the respectful nephew he should be when he opened his mouth.

 You Yi whipped out a cigarette and lit it up. The burning end of the cigarette cast a dim glow over his face. "Why did you fall down?" he asked.

 You Xi licked his lips. "I–I was careless when I was smoking, and I–I fell."

 You Yi slowly puffed out a cloud of smoke, his tongue silent. The air was quickly filled with the acrid stench of cigarette smoke. You Yi did not speak, continuing to puff away at the cigarette. The lights were off in the room. The room was so quiet that it was uncomfortable; only the occasional sound of cigarette burning could be heard.