Gu Yixuan looked at her features, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. Even if his head was splitting with pain, as long as he was holding her, seeing her in his arms, he could bear the sharp agony.
After kissing her cheek, Gu Yixuan felt very sweet inside, and his headache seemed to lessen as well.
He watched her for a while longer before he gently got up and walked to the balcony.
He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and placed it between his fingers without actually smoking it. He enjoyed the smell of tobacco but seldom smoked, so he often let it burn quietly on its own.
With the faint scent of the smoke, his headache eased slightly.
From the back, Gu Yixuan looked as if he was leisurely gazing into the distance, but if you saw his hand gripping the railing tightly, you'd know he was definitely in discomfort at that moment.
When the cigarette in his hand was spent, he flicked his fingers, and the butt followed a curve through the air before landing on the lawn.