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.,As soon as the call connected, he immediately hung up and tossed his phone onto the passenger seat.,It's just that heart, or is the thief's heart still not dead。