It wasn't that cold, but it rained and the temperature dropped again.

Pei Zheng stood next to the car, leaning on the car, the hand holding the cigarette trembled, the drizzle fell on his face, like a woman's tears, when facing Ruyi, he could be so angry that the tendons in the corners of his forehead were jumping, but when he came out, the fragile side was quickly drowned in the rain.

The cigarette butt was also damp and extinguished.

He still habitually uses the toe of his shoes......

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