Stepping out of the crematorium, the cold wind and mist of the deep night swept away the heat from their faces.

Qin Nuo and Shi Yu stood at the entrance. Shi Yu fished out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and put it in his mouth.

Just as he took a puff, Qin Nuo snatched it away, put it in his own mouth, and nudged Shi Yu's back with his elbow. "At your age, you shouldn't be picking up smoking like the young ones."

"Can you talk about the main storyline now?"