Late at night, a conspicuous black sedan parked by the side of the road, blending perfectly with the dark night.

The car's windows faced a mansion. Stephen looked out of his window to see that the lights in a room on the mansion's third floor were still on. A figure was pacing around behind the white curtains.

Stephen gently placed his hand on the steering wheel with a cigarette between his fingers. The night breeze that blew into the car helped dissipate the smoke. The cigarette ember glowed like a distant star.

The night breeze smelled of menthol and ashes.

When the cigarette burned out completely, Stephen slowly came to his senses. It was time to go.

For the past half a year, he had often looked at Yvonne from a distance. Each time, he only gave himself the time it took for a cigarette to finish burning.

Half a year wasn't a long time, but it wasn't short either. Watching her from afar could calm his yearning for her, and it wouldn't attract her attention either.

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