Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

After finishing his day's work, Fu Hanlin walked out of the spirit hall and to a willow tree in the courtyard. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket and lit one.,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.,Fu Hanlin placed both hands on the steering wheel, pursed his lips, and raised his eyes to look at the twelfth floor. She moved out. Will she come back to live here again。