Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

He wasn't a heavy smoker, barely smoking a few cigarettes in a month. But after days of constant spinning, his nerves were frayed. The nicotine rolled through his lungs, bringing a brief sense of ease, but with it came the crushing weight of grief over losing a loved one.,Fu Yan has a certain indescribable quality about her, one that makes people feel very comfortable and relaxed. You can put aside all your worries and distractions when you're with her.,"What did he do" He wiped his hair, sat down on the sofa, threw down the towel, picked up the hangover soup that Lao Shu had just brought in, and took a sip.。