Gabriel Zhuang is addicted to smoking again.
He touched his pocket and asked Ji Wenbin: “Mind if I smoke a cigarette?”
“Whatever.” Ji Wenbin seemed to smile, “I can’t smell smoke anyway.”
Gabriel Zhuang lighted a cigarette and took a hard sip before his brain slowly calmed down.
He was silent for a long while, with a cigarette in his fingers, shaking, and said, “I never found him thinking of suicide.”
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