A puff of thick smoke covered Tao Qian's face. This puff of smoke was not like the low-quality second-hand smoke he usually smelled. Together with the smell of the owner, it lingered around Tao Qian, with an addictive smell.
From then on, the smell of smoke accompanied Tao Qian, sweat, tears, and rain. Knowing that it is time to quit, the mind is filled with contradictions, and even if only the soul is left, there is no way to get rid of it.
Intention: upward, hope, love
