If I had violent tendencies, I definitely wouldn't just stop like this, would I?
So Uncle Yan, you can rest assured, my sunny disposition isn't a front, I'm not pretending.
Lin Li chuckled, clearing his name.
"Then... what's the point of doing all this?"
Indeed, Uncle Yan nodded, dispelling most of his worries, but now he couldn't fathom Lin Li's motivation even more.
What's he after?
"Uncle, do you have a cigarette?" Upon hearing the question, Lin Li looked up at the sky and said softly.
So young yet so world-weary, so full of stories? Uncle Yan, who should have discouraged smoking at such a young age, hesitated but eventually took out a pack of cigarettes and handed Lin Li one.
As a smoker, one must always remember: smoking alone benefits oneself; smoking with others benefits the group.
Sharing is a virtue.
Then, Uncle Yan took out a lighter to light Lin Li's cigarette, but Lin Li waved his hand to refuse.
"You have your own?"
