A man sat on the steps, wearing a dark-colored shirt, squinting his eyes slightly, gazing at the distant terraced fields, with a cigarette between his lips, ready to light it.
There was an elegance to him, laced with a hint of vicissitudes; at a glance, he clearly had stories to tell.
However, Xu Weiran paid no attention to these details. As soon as she saw him preparing to light up, she hadn't even stopped her bicycle before eagerly shouting, "Wait, don't move...!"
This sudden outburst startled him, and he looked at her in astonishment, the unlit cigarette still in his mouth as she swiftly cycled up to him, then caught her breath, halted the bike, and walked in front of him, blocking all his view.
The next second, she snatched the cigarette from his mouth with a cold huff,
"Didn't the doctor tell you that you aren't allowed to smoke, or do you not care if your arm doesn't heal?"
At this remark, Cheng Dongyuan slightly raised his eyebrows.
