Her Heartache

The cold wind blew through Ning Meng's pajamas and went right up her skin. The chill had seeped into her bones so much so that she trembled in the cold, but she did not make a single move as she stared at the man in front of her.

The moonlight shone faintly onto his body. He was slouching and seemed as though he could not take the burden of his memories anymore, the outline of his silhouette displayed distinctly. The way he was holding the cigarette was skilled, but it left her in a heartache.

He raised his hand onto the ashtray in front of the car and paused. He took in another drag when he finally seemed to realize her presence and turned his head, their eyes meeting amidst the cigarette smoke.