In the garden outside the building, Yun Lih followed Su Moshi to a secluded corner, and as soon as they stopped, Yun Lih pulled out a cigarette case from his pants pocket.
Su Moshi pushed away the gesture of being offered a cigarette, his eyes, brimming with undertones, unwaveringly fixed on Yun Lih.
Something seemed off about him, but Su Moshi couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
Su Moshi pondered for a moment and then asked bluntly, "What's wrong with your health?"
Yun Lih's action of lighting the cigarette halted, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Me? It's just a little cold."
Su Moshi, watching him greedily take deep drags of his cigarette, furrowed his brows, "If it's just a cold, why do you look so pale?"
"It is indeed a cold," Yun Lih turned his head and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, his handsome profile becoming blurred and hazy, "lately, I've had quite a bit of disguising material on my face, it's unavoidable."
