Xiubai smoked a cigarette. Rocky often said that the way he smoked was very artistic. All he had to do was light up the cigarette. Even in a noisy crowd, there was always a sense of tranquility around Xiubai, creating a unique calm space for him. What lingered inside was the shadow of muddy white smoke.
Xiubai smiled and said that was not tranquility, but cold-blooded.