She urgently ran over, seeing him sitting on the bench, smoking a cigarette, lost in thought, the cigarette butt had burned a long way without being flicked.
Jian Yanyan stood panting not far away, watching him for a moment, before slowly walking over.
Shen Mingfeng heard footsteps approaching, looked up at her, tugged a smile and brought the cigarette to his lips for another deep drag.
The smoke swirled around his face, making him look particularly desolate.
Jian Yanyan stepped forward and snatched his cigarette, "Why are you smoking? Do you want to die?"
Shen Mingfeng laughed, "Life? I don't have much left of it anyway, smoking or not, it's all the same."
As he spoke, he fumbled out a cigarette pack from his pocket and took out a cigarette to light it.
Jian Yanyan frowned and snatched the cigarette from his hand, crumpling it into a ball and tossing it into a nearby trash can.
