Mo Yinhe turned around and saw Si Mingjing wearing his shirt, standing under the light, her figure slim and elegant, her eyes betraying her fatigue.
Mo Yinhe pinched out the cigarette in his hand and walked towards her.
Si Mingjing smelled the tobacco on him and frowned.
"So you smoke?"
She had never seen him smoke before and thought he didn't.
Mo Yinhe didn't use to smoke. However, during those five years she was gone, the long nights stretched on. He often found it hard to sleep because he missed her so much, resorting to tobacco to fend off the longing.
Mo Yinhe said with self-reproach, "I won't smoke anymore."
"Mm, smoking is bad. It turns your lungs black."
Mo Yinhe reached out, gently stroking her tresses.
"How's Auntie doing?"
Si Mingjing looked down, her spirits somewhat low. "I've done all I can. If she doesn't show any improvement within six hours, then there's nothing more I can do..."
"She will."
