Han Zhijin fell silent again, lowering his eyelids, just as before, continuously smoking one cigarette after another.
The bedroom was very quiet, and before long, ash and cigarette butts piled up around Han Zhijin, and even Dong Yi, who had a smoking habit himself, found the smell of smoke suffocating. "Brother Xi, please smoke less... The way you smoke and drink, your body will not be able to take it sooner or later..."
Amidst Dong Yi's persuasion, Han Zhijin tore open a new pack of cigarettes.
Dong Yi, seeing his words ignored as if they were thin air, couldn't help but sigh, "Brother Xi, although I don't know what exactly is going on between you and Miss Song, I can tell that you care a lot about Miss Song. Since you care so much about her, why do you push her away... just because…"