It was past two in the morning, and she still hadn't fallen asleep.
Chu Yao had always smoked, and the first time he discovered her habit, she was seventeen. Mo Tingshen was furious, but Chu Yao was defiant, insisting on provoking him, and in his anger, Mo Tingshen said some very harsh things.
After her release from prison, her addiction to cigarettes had grown worse, almost never leaving her hand.
Mo Tingshen watched her for half an hour.
In that half-hour, Chu Yao had smoked three cigarettes, drunk two glasses of red wine, and moved away from the bay window, her figure swaying. The lamp behind the gauze stretched her slender body into a long shadow.
It wasn't until the light was turned off and not a single shadow could be seen that he finally took his eyes off her and asked, "Do I have a house nearby?"
"Yes, there's one in Central Garden, but it's far from the company."
Mo Tingshen nodded, "Let's go."
