At night, when everything is quiet and sleepiness is at its strongest, there is a man standing outside a villa, leaning against the wall and concentrating.
From time to time, there were little bits of firelight looming in the inky sky.
After a while, extremely faint footsteps came from inside the house.
The man standing against the wall opened his eyes leisurely, flicked a half-burned cigarette, took a puff, crushed out the remaining cigarette B*tts, and threw them into the soil.
"Smoking less, it's not good for your health." Han Ethan Lin walked in the night, followed by Su Qingjiang, but he was speechless.
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