At this moment, Jiang Zhiyuan and Feng Zhongliang seemed to have developed a kind of tacit understanding. Feng Zhongliang watched as Jiang Zhiyuan turned out of the corner of the theater, opened the door, and left.
Jiang Zhiyuan walked through the crowd and went down the safety stairs.
After coming out of the theater, Jiang Zhiyuan touched his suit pocket and took out the cigarette that he had put out before he finished smoking. He took out a match and lit it again.
In the shadow of the corner, he watched the flame on the cigarette butt light up. Every time it was about to go out, he would blow on it. The flame grew brighter, and the cigarette burned faster.
His face seemed calm in the light of the fire, until it reached the end of the cigarette.