When he walked out of the bar, it was raining, not heavy, but misty.
Leaning against the steamy glass, he turned up his hood and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
The black packaging and exquisite design may not be expensive, but they are very beautiful.
He skillfully took one out of it and tried to ignite it with a cheap lighter that could be bought anywhere, but she pulled it out in disgust.
She followed him out. Under her clothes, which were not expensive, her elegance and nobility that could not be concealed spread out.
He sighed with a self-deprecating and complicated smile.
He said, "Let's just leave it at that."
She looked at him for only a second, then nodded slightly and disappeared in the drizzle.
She walked to the left, not quickly.
And his eyes had been focused on her back from the moment she turned around.
She may not be beautiful, but she is extremely charming, which is understandable due to her temperament.
He may not be rich, but he is extremely good-looking. For a man, he has both a gentle appearance and wild eyebrows.
Her car was parked at the corner of the street and was guarded by the waiter at the bar. There was no doubt that it was a luxury car and extremely expensive.
After she got into the car smoothly, he walked to the right in a dashing manner.
The rain is indeed not heavy, but in the rain, the smoke cannot be lit.
He gave a final, gentle smile, and then threw away the lighter and the pack of cigarettes.