Originally, he could no longer remember what he looked like over a decade ago, nor recall the solitude of being abandoned by his closest family, adopting a new name and identity in an unfamiliar home.
But at this moment, those scattered fragments in his mind pieced together into a complete picture, and the past buried in memory surged toward him like a tidal wave.
Interspersed with those endless nights in prison without a hint of light, every frame felt as if someone was slicing open those seemingly healed scars with the sharpest knife.
Perhaps due to the nicotine, he couldn't feel the pain.
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When Nan Wan walked out of the bathroom, she was met with a thick, suffocating smell of smoke.
The once-spotless ashtray on the round table now had four or five cigarette butts scattered across it.
The man's tall and straight body stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the boundless night sky, his head slightly lowered in contemplation.
