Zhou Zheng was sitting on the sofa, with an ashtray on the table and a half-burned cigarette butt between his fingers. Sparks were swaying in his gloomy pupils. He raised his head and blew out a puff of smoke in the direction of the TV. His eyes could not be hidden. exhausted....
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