C394 The Smoke Left the Cannon Fire

The night wind is still blowing by the moat and the cigarette in my hand is almost finished. When the cigarette is extinguished, the desire to smoke no longer arises in my heart. Thus, looking at the moat in a daze, Jian Wei did not seem to be immersed in my emotions. She still lowered her head to deal with the documents in her hands and occasionally picked up a phone call.

I finally said to her