The light by the river dimmed. The night that had lost its light grew even darker. The city had fallen asleep.

Lu Boyan stood in the garden in the sky. There was a red spot of light on his cigarette held between his fingers. The thin smoke wafted up, passing his sight and then disappearing.

Leaving behind the thick smell of smoke.

The last time he smoked had been the night after Su Jianan had been held hostage. She brought soup to visit Jiang Shaokai at the hospital and ...