Unsatisfactory.

If Shang Jiming just came out to answer the phone, he would have noticed it if he paid a little attention.

But he still didn't.

Xu Zhi picked up the thin piece of paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it off the balcony without looking at it.

Out of sight, out of mind, he wouldn't care anyway.

After doing this, she bent down again and reached out to touch the ladies' cigarettes on the table.

With green-white and soft fingers, he took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, then lit it with trembling hands.

Take a deep breath and exhale again.

His eyebrows were full of sadness.

The phone in my hand vibrated.

Unlock it and click to open the message reminder.

On the screen were several photos of men and women in ambiguous movements.

The man in the photo is none other than her husband, Shang Jiming.

The cigarette in her hand burned out at some point and burned her fingers. The pain made her subconsciously relax.

The cigarette butt fell at her feet and almost burned her again.

Xu Zhi took a deep breath, clasped his hands tightly on the guardrail, and dug his nails into the palms of his hands.

The dark night was like a black hole, trying to suck her in.

Perhaps, it's time for my persistence to come to an end.
Chapter completed!