“Yes,” Christopher Lancelot answered truthfully.

Xyla Quest shrugged helplessly, then stretched out her hand. “Give me another cigarette.”

Christopher immediately took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and drew two cigarettes. He placed one cigarette between Xyla’s lips and the other between his lips.

Subsequently, he pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette for Xyla.

After lighting hers, he lowered his head and lit his own.

The car was filled with smoke in a moment.

Christopher thoughtfully lowered the car window to prevent the acrid smoke from choking her.

A cool breeze touched the warmth of their cheeks, blowing away all the pungent smell of tobacco inside the car.

Outside the car, the sky was dark, and the moon was bright. The icy wind rustled the leaves and waved the branches.

A sudden gust of breeze greeted their car with the astringent scent of grass and soil, soothing Xyla’s tangled mind and soul.

As she slowly calmed herself down, another thought sudden