Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

He wasn't a heavy smoker, barely smoking a few cigarettes in a month. But after days of constant spinning, his nerves were frayed. The nicotine rolled through his lungs, bringing a brief sense of ease, but with it came the crushing weight of grief over losing a loved one.,He scrolled through his phone, locating Fu Yan's number. He wanted to call and ask her what was wrong. Knowing Fu Yan as he did, she wouldn't easily move in with Huo Mingzheng. She appeared gentle and easy to handle, but deep down, she was very stubborn.,Huo Mingzheng's action of drinking soup stopped abruptly, and then he left。