Xavier really couldn't stand the noise anymore, so he stood up, "I'm going out for a cigarette, you guys talk first."
With these words, he nodded politely towards the crowd and stepped out of the door, leaning against the street lamp at the bottom of the steps, lighting a cigarette and smoking it.
The warm light shone on his head, giving him a dazzling glow.
Behind him, the living room was lit up, and the laughter of the crowd was still going strong.
The wind had stopped, and the sky was full of stars this evening.
"Xavier, can I have a cigarette?"
A clear voice reached his ears.
It was the second daughter of Leila's uncle; he couldn't remember her name.
The little girl was smiling, and her eyes seemed to be glowing with light.
Xavier didn't answer; he just silently took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and tossed it to her while taking a deep drag on the smoke and slowly exhaling while looking at the bright stars.