At this moment, the feelings in their hearts were extremely complex!
The atmosphere was oppressive and dull, with a suffocating agony rising within. The world always harbors a pain called "no chance for a redo." Thus, our bound souls are always in anguish, for they never find liberation! The pleasure of smoking once addicted many, but at this moment, no amount of smoking could bring a trace of joy. What a regrettable and disappointing matter it was?!
They remained silent, the air turned cold and solid, though it was hard to tell for how long.
