Wang Jing had never seen him smoke.

It was as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life in an instant. His back was exceptionally cold and lonely in the setting sun. Thin smoke rose from his fingertips, and Wang Jing suddenly choked.

The high heels landed on the ground, and their shadows slanted on the ground.

"Mr. Lin, are you alright?"

Wang Jing wanted to reach out and pacify her, but her fingertips popped out and were quietly ...