Xu Yining has never understood Zhou Junan. He couldn't understand it before, but he can't understand it now. Zhou Junan stood under the dim streetlight at the door for who knows how many hours, with the remaining cigarette butts thrown under his feet. He was holding an unfinished cigarette in his hand, and the smoke he exhaled made it difficult to see the expression on his face. Xu Yining looked at him from a distance, not wanting to go there. He was really afraid of this man...
Intent: pure love/sadism