Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

He wasn't a heavy smoker, barely smoking a few cigarettes in a month. But after days of constant spinning, his nerves were frayed. The nicotine rolled through his lungs, bringing a brief sense of ease, but with it came the crushing weight of grief over losing a loved one.,The car drove through half the city, into an average residential area, and finally stopped in a familiar spot.,He sat in the car for a while before starting it and driving away from the neighborhood.。