The study was filled with white smoke, as if there had just been a fire, leaving nothing but thick smoke.
The curtains were drawn, allowing no light, and many empty bottles of alcohol were scattered all around.
In the endless darkness, only a tiny red glow flickered intermittently.
Su Jia stood there in a daze, feeling a sudden pain in her heart, as if it had been crushed.
In her memory, Lu Yanhe never smoked, but now, he seemed so excessive.
Does he not know that smoking too much can harm his health?
Or is he like her, relying solely on smoke and alcohol over the years to continue his life?
Su Jia moved lightly, walking cautiously, afraid of making any noise that might disturb him.
Eventually, she stopped her steps by the sofa.
She lowered her head and saw Lu Yanhe lying on the sofa, staring blankly upward, his eyes full of pain and helplessness.
On the table beside the sofa was an ashtray full of cigarette butts, some still smoldering.
