After Tang Yanqing and Jia Tianzi left, Xiang Yuan retreated, sat on the sofa, keeping a fair distance from Lu Zhao.
He took out a cigar from his inner pocket, but remembering he was in a hospital, he restrained himself and merely sniffed the cigar under his nose.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Dad. His habit of smoking cigars was actually inherited from Dad. It wasn't learned intentionally; having watched for so many years, that silhouette was already imprinted in memory, and thus he would naturally do so when encountering similar situations.
By reasoning backward, it wasn't hard to conceive that Dad, who was extremely self-disciplined and had adhered to fitness for many years, couldn't shake off the dependency on tobacco—because Dad too had many moments as troubling as now, troubles beyond his own ability, yet he still struggled to persist, unable to withdraw.
