"Mrs. Ji, everything started because of me," Zhuang Yu decided. She bent down to pick up a cigarette box, wanting to smoke one, but she failed several times because her hands were trembling. Zhuang Li felt useless. It was okay if she couldn't protect herself, but she had brought others into trouble.
Zhuang Yu felt like crying. Regret and despair interweaved in her. She bit the tip of her tongue hard, trying to calm herself down. The rusty smell of blood spread in her mouth. As the pain struck her, she finally stabilized her trembling hands and lit a cigarette. "It's only smoking. I'll smoke two cigarettes. This matter has nothing to do with Miss Ji either."
"You kids do not need to worry about anything with me around," Just as Zhuang Yu was about to put the cigarette to her mouth, a fair and tender hand stopped her.
