In the nighttime, the gentle and tender songs of a songstress drifted through Baishun Alley, with the sound of the pipa swaying the red plum lanterns at Meihua Ferry Crossing.
In the Plum Blossom Pavilion, only Chen Ji and Brother Pao remained.
Brother Pao lowered his head and packed some more tobacco for himself, sighing slowly, "Since coming here, even smoking isn't satisfying. The taste of the tobacco isn't right either, with each puff like a knife stabbing into the lungs."
Chen Ji didn't speak; he knew Brother Pao didn't need a response right now.
