Chapter 40 Dabble (Extra Monthly Ticket Chapter!)_2

Du Yao took another drag on her cigarette.

The glowing red tip of the cigarette flickered in the night breeze, conspicuously bright:

"Actually, I don't like smoking either. After I came to find him, I quit. But after he passed away... every time I think of him, I find myself lighting one up."

"Smoking does help alleviate grief," Lin Xian said.

"No."

Du Yao shook her head and exhaled through her nose:

"I'm just fantasizing..."

"[That he'd suddenly appear, snatch the cigarette from my fingers, and throw it away while yelling at me, cursing me out.]"

At this point.

Du Yao pursed her lips and lowered her head:

"Self-deception, a hollow comfort."

"He won't come back. No one will stop me from smoking anymore, no one will scold me seriously anymore."

...

In this moment.

In a haze of memory.

Lin Xian thought of Liu Feng.

Back then, after Liu Feng personally buried Li Qiqi's coffin, he, too, smoked like this, talking and talking and talking nonstop.