Her heart clenched, Xia Nuan quickly put down the binoculars and hid behind the trunk of the spruce.
After a moment, she dared to peek out, looking towards the direction of the balcony from afar.
At this moment, Xicheng on the balcony had already brought the cigarette to his mouth, lighting it with a lighter.
From such a distance, in such dark night… naturally, it was impossible for him to see Xia Nuan dressed in a black coat in the darkness. The only reason he came out of the room was just to smoke on the balcony.
Because of the two packs of cigarettes left by his sister, he started learning to smoke. Over the two years, he had already developed an addiction. Although he didn't smoke as fiercely as an old smoker, he would still have three or four cigarettes a day, especially when working late at night.
He stepped out to the balcony, worried about exposing the little one to second-hand smoke.
