He walked straight to Song Ying, knowing that she was pretending to be asleep, but he didn't expose her. He sat next to her, took out a cigarette from the coffee table and held it in the corner of his mouth. He habitually extended his left hand to cover the cigarette butt, and then the dim light of the lighter flashed, and the starlight of the cigarette butt flickered.
He smoked a small part of a cigarette. The cigarette was held between his index finger and middle finger. His slender white fingers moved lightly on the ashtray, and the ash fell like snow.
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