The cold wind blew, biting the bone. Liam tightened his coat tightly and lay on the railing, with deep eyes looking into the distance.
For some reason, he suddenly wanted to smoke at this time, but he touched his pocket, only to find that he did not bring a cigarette when he came out.
It's a pity that he shook his head with a bitter smile, and was about to turn away.
A tall figure stood silently behind him and handed out a cigarette, "Brother Liam, the weather is getting colder, you should go to bed!"
"You guy! when you show up, can't you say something?!" Liam scolded with a smile, but he took the cigarette, and the latter hurriedly stood up to light it.
The visitor, not someone else, is naturally Samuel who has been with Liam all the time. Liam took a puff of smoke, and the strong smoke was inhaled into his lungs, which calmed his mind a little bit.