What are you taking?
Shangguan Wanwan looked at Gu Jingyan with some surprise.
Could it be that Mr. Gu scratched out names from the family register and used a different pen?
But Gu Jingyan's hands are empty.
Mr. Gu looked at his grandson standing there foolishly without reacting, frowned, and scolded, "Don't play dumb. You, rascal, haven't you learned to smoke recently? Hand it over!"
Gu Jingyan: "..."
How did the old man know?
Recently, he was a bit confused, occasionally lighting one out of melancholy, watching the swirling smoke and clearing his mind.
Of course, he also admitted wanting to recreate that dreamlike smoky and misty scene, calling out to the delicate, beautiful figure calling him brother.
He coldly threw the lighter from his pocket to the old man.
"Want to burn Zuzi's name, right? Good, might as well burn mine too." He coldly, lazily, indifferently threw out the words.
Mr. Gu ignored him.
The atmosphere around him was gloomy as if nearing the end.
"Poof."
