Under the eaves, there is the refreshing smell of cigars, which lingers for a long time, as if it has been in that position for a long time.
You lit up a Nanjing brand cigarette and stood next to the smell. You had smashed several cups when you received the mission not long ago, but now you are pretending to be relaxed and lighten the atmosphere. Do you know... Why do they do this?
He wasn't listening, he just uttered a few words in a muffled sigh. He said that it was like accepting his fate.
How deeply affectionate.
Concept: Republic of China, espionage war