Lin Qiye frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
Zhao Kongcheng gave a slight smile, calmly pulling a cigarette from his pocket. "Mind if I smoke?"
"Yes, I do."
Zhao Kongcheng: …
Helplessly, Zhao slipped the cigarette back and leaned against the chair, his eyes reflecting a trace of old memories.
"When I was young, I was just like you."
"Honestly, that's a pretty cliché opening."
"… Fine. I'll continue."
"When I was six, my father passed away from illness. My mom worked two jobs just to barely raise me. Life moved slowly back then. Her biggest hope for me was to finish middle school, come back to the village, become a local official, marry a wife, have a few kids, and live happily together.
But, you know, young people always go through a rebellious phase.
By the time I fin
