Only half of the cigarette Yue Zitong grabbed was left.

Half a cigarette and a few hard breaths were gone, but that was enough for her not to suffer so much. She lay on the sofa with the extinguished cigarette end in her right hand and did not move for a long time.

It was as if she had spent all her energy just scrambling for the half cigarette.

After the indescribable misery slowly disappeared, Yue Zitong had not opened his eyes, tears had already flowed from the corners of his eyes.

She didn't want to cry.

Especially Holland Xiaoxin, who is as gorgeous as peach blossom but like a...