The weather was freezing, cigarettes and alcohol as sharp as a gun.
Li Yu stomped his feet, trying to shake off the numbness.
The air was so cold that every puff of smoke he exhaled looked like vapor waves, clearly visible under the light.
For a moment, he felt dazed, as if recalling events from a past life. A scene flashed through his mind: his father smoking, his mother urging him to care for his health, while his younger self solemnly promised never to smoke when he grew up.
Sigh——
Li Yu frowned slightly, feeling an inexplicable emotion.
Before Doomsday, tattoos, smoking, drinking, and perming hair often came with a negative label.
After Doomsday, many people broke free from various cages of constraint, no longer defining right or wrong based on others, only asking themselves if they wanted to do it.
No one would ever care about you....
