There was another moment of silence. Ning Ren slowly pulled the cup and sipped it quietly. The room was very quiet. Outside the window, cicadas kept shouting "Cicada __ cicada __". The sultry wind blew into the emotional room. Two teenagers, one stirred the cup and the other drank the coffee he had ground by himself. The bright moon outside the window was shining quietly on them.
=A=Nai... Smoked?
Touched. . . . . .