Zhou Weichi finished smoking two cigarettes.
Until he went to grab the squashed cigarette pack again and found there were none left inside.
He crumpled it up and put it back in his pants pocket.
"These cigarettes were given by him." Zhou Weichi's voice was somewhat hoarse, smoke-rasped.
"You should quit."
Mo Shangjun glanced at him and said.
Zhou Weichi responded, "It's been over a decade, I can't quit."
With a pause, Mo Shangjun suddenly thought of Ya Tianxing, she pondered and still said, "It's not good for your health."
Zhou Weichi looked at her and said, "Sooner or later, it's all uncertain, don't care about such things."
Mo Shangjun was momentarily speechless.
Thinking of those mentors who sacrificed before their hair turned gray, thinking of Ya Tianxing who hasn't touched tobacco and hasn't been heard from, thinking of the unpredictability of life and death, she couldn't find a reason to argue with Zhou Weichi.
She's usually quite eloquent.
