Stepping quietly behind the other person, I gently raised my hand and tapped on their shoulder: "What are you thinking about? Didn't you say you had something to do? Why are you still here?"
After speaking, he noticed the cigarette held between the other person's fingers, with a flash of shock in his eyes: "Didn't you never smoke?"
Rocky heard this voice and slowly shifted his dazed gaze to the cigarette at his fingertips, followed by a deeply low voice that reached the other person's ears: "Actually, I used to smoke, but ever since I met An Nan, who didn't like the smell of smoke, I haven't touched the stuff again. But tonight, I don't know why, I just felt like smoking one."
When the words fell, he once again brought the cigarette to his lips and took a deep drag.
Perhaps it was because he hadn't smoked in a long time; after just one puff, he was choked.
