Her eyes slightly widened in discontent as she called up the compiler.
The original function was designed to continuously avoid bombs and flames, moving the target 10cm, and then dying.
Pei Yan leaned against a wall with a smile in his eyes, his left hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes, feeling very good about himself as he reached for the lighter in the drawer, only for Jiang Shuyao to snatch it away from him.
"Just one cigarette."
"No."
The day they made up, she had asked him why he started smoking again.
His answer was that without smoking, he would die.
She wasn't fool; she vaguely guessed why Pei Yan had picked up smoking again.
But the more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt.
Smoking was not a good thing, especially since he was still young.
Having smoked since he was nineteen, his lungs would probably be riddled with holes by the time he was old.
