Seeing Lu Liang end the conversation, Wang Chuting wrapped herself in a bathrobe, gracefully walked over with bare feet, her posture dignified.
She quietly sat next to Lu Liang, picked up the lighter and cigarette from the table, lit one, and exhaled a plume of smoke, "The smell of this cigarette is too strong and harsh, but the lighter is nice."
Wang Chuting recognized the English words "Forever Love" which means eternal love. The elegant and forceful script on the back read 'Smoke less often,' likely the handwriting of a girl.
"What do you usually like to smoke?"
Lu Liang merely smiled lightly without much explanation.
This lighter had been a gift from Su Wanyu; it was also the first gift he had received in the past seven or eight years.
He had always cherished it and carried it with him.
"Probably explode-beads, but you probably don't like smoking."
Wang Chuting inhaled sharply, coughing repeatedly, seemingly aggravating a pain as her eyebrows lightly furrowed.
