The image of Yun Qing's cold face appeared in Huo Chuan's mind again. As expected, when it came to love, people whose love went beyond reason would always fail miserably. It was Yun Qing before, and now it was him.
Huo Chuan smiled bitterly and took out a cigarette from the pocket of his windbreaker. Just as he was about to light it, the cigarette in his hand was taken away by a big hand.
"Do you have a deathwish? Your gunshot wound hasn't healed yet. Why are you smoking?" Captain Xu stuffed the cigarette into his mouth and reprimanded Huo Chuan.
"It doesn't matter." Huo Chuan did not care about his gunshot wound at all. The pain in his heart far exceeded the pain in the wound.
Captain Xu sized up Huo Chuan and teased him. "You really caught the love bug this time, huh?"
Captain Xu and Huo Chuan had known each other for many years, but he had never seen Huo Chuan look so melancholic.
