It's unclear when Yang Fan picked up smoking, but he'd casually light one up now and then.
Master had said not to cultivate habits that can't be kicked, and Yang Fan was clear about his stance on smoking—you can smoke, just don't get addicted.
Yang Fan took a drag, exhaling a clumsy plume of white smoke.
"What do you plan to do about Murong Yan?" Gu Qingcheng had been paying attention to the events of the past few days and knew all about Yang Fan and Murong Yan's engagement.
Yang Fan had appeared in her life during her darkest and most desperate times, giving her hope. She genuinely liked this capable man who inspired admiration in her for the first time in her life. She didn't ask for status or promises from Yang Fan; simply being with him was enough.
"Meet force with force, counter water with earth."
Eight simple words, uttered by Yang Fan spontaneously.
"Is there anything you want me to do?"
