"Have you thought it through?" Shi Aoju asked faintly.
"Nothing much to think about." Qi Jingren smiled, "You all know, I ultimately have to go back."
Shi Aoju didn't speak, nor did he try to persuade her to stay. Song Zhike only asked her once, "Are you really leaving?" and said nothing further.
Qin Shaobai leaned against the car, pulled out a cigarette from the pack and lit it, taking a deep drag. Smoke rings floated out of his mouth, swirling in the air with a touch of loneliness.
Qi Jingren walked over, took the cigarette that had burned more than halfway from his fingers, put it in her mouth, took a puff, then placed the cigarette back into his hand.
"I guess this counts as a kiss between us." She smiled and spoke, smoke slowly spilling from the corners of her mouth.
Qin Shaobai held the cigarette in his mouth, reluctant to take another puff, for fear that the smoke would burn out and her scent would dissipate.
