Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

He wasn't a heavy smoker, barely smoking a few cigarettes in a month. But after days of constant spinning, his nerves were frayed. The nicotine rolled through his lungs, bringing a brief sense of ease, but with it came the crushing weight of grief over losing a loved one.,He stubbed out his cigarette, didn't hail a driver, but instead took the car keys and went to the garage, driving away from the old house.,The car drove through half the city, into an average residential area, and finally stopped in a familiar spot.。