On a rainy weekend afternoon, the air was filled with the smell of damp earth. Jiang Qingxia threw herself deep into the old sofa in the study room, holding a half-burned cigarette between her fingertips. He didn't smoke, but just watched the blue-white smoke twist and rise and spread out in the dim light, like some unspeakable thoughts.
The desk faces the door, which is not closed tightly, leaving a crack. From this angle, he could just catch a glimpse of his unrelated brother, Jiang Lin, in the corner of the living room.
Purpose: redemption