The corridor in the building led to a large window overlooking the street, and Wen Xiang was standing by the window with a cigarette in his right hand.
He hated remembering the day he first smoked, but he wasn't going to lie that cigarettes always managed to calm his mind. It was not like he was on drugs or anything like that, but only nicotine could calm his mind.
He was alone as he stared at the busy street outside the window. There were many motorbikes in this city, and he suddenly remembered how he, Xue Tian, and Summer were traveling around the city on the pink scooter a few days ago.
That was before the kidnapping incident happened, and that was when his mind was still at ease. Now his mind was cloudy, and it seemed that the sunny day outside the building was laughing at him.
"So, you really smoke here."
