Evelyn Yongde Hospital, underground parking garage.
Shen Guangji leaned quietly against his car window, his long legs crossed. One hand was tucked casually into his pocket, while the other held a cigar. His lashes were lowered, his gaze fixed on the ground as he drifted in thought.
After a moment, he raised his hand and brought the cigar to his lips with a languid motion. He took a light drag and slowly exhaled; the smoke curled into the air, the cherry of the cigar pulsing rhythmically in the gloom. Through the haze, the corner of his mouth quirked into a faint, indecipherable arc.
Chapter 239