He touched the squashed box of Double Happiness in his pocket, took out a stick, put it in his mouth, and struck it twice with a match. The flames reflected his extremely ordinary face - he was twenty-eight years old, 1.75 Meters tall, and as thin as a bamboo pole. He had worked in an advertising company for more than half a year and was not even a team leader.
"Ye An, Ye An, you said you're such a fool."
He muttered something self-deprecating, put out the match, and took a long drag on the cigarette.
