Xia Weibao couldn't even see where Lu Hualiang was.
My God, how much had he smoked!
Lu Hualiang would occasionally smoke or drink, but that was only during meals and social gatherings.
Usually very little.
Especially at home, he might sometimes drink a little, but he would never smoke because she disliked the smell.
Yet today, he smoked so much!
Once she adjusted to the dim light, Xia Weibao walked in the direction of the office desk.
She barely made out the man sitting there like a king, surrounded by a persistent haze of smoke.
He was like a deity amidst the clouds, ethereal yet also emanating an indescribable loneliness and sorrow.
"What's wrong with you?"
Xia Weibao asked tentatively.
Lu Hualiang looked at her with complex eyes through the hazy smoke.
It was as if an eclipse had blocked out all light, a picture of decay and darkness, utterly devoid of vitality.
"Husband... Ah!"
Her body was suddenly pulled, and Xia Weibao let out a shriek.
