He wasn't a heavy smoker, barely smoking a few cigarettes in a month. But after days of constant spinning, his nerves were frayed. The nicotine rolled through his lungs, bringing a brief sense of ease, but with it came the crushing weight of grief over losing a loved one.,He sat in the car for a while before starting it and driving away from the neighborhood.,Thinking back, Fu Hanlin often drove to Fu Yan's residence. He never bothered her, just sat in the car. By behavior alone, he was considered a gentleman.。