Chapter 595 Child, come with me

Dim lighting, shadows mottled. In the corner, a wisp of faint cigarette smoke drifts out. The refreshing scent falls on the tip of the nose, penetrating the chest, taking two deep breaths. This fragrance carries a hint of coolness. Like a drug addict, Tony greedily inhales the scent in the air, closing his eyes greedily. The aroma seeps into the tip of the nose bit by bit, and after a few minutes, he finally stops, satisfied with closed eyes. He leans back, leaning against the window, with a needle and an empty vial on the table next to him. He reveals half of his forearm, the sleeve rolled up, showing the tiny needle marks that have not disappeared on his skin, visible because of the dried bloodstain on them. The scent in the air seems to be his redemption. This kind of life, he has had enough. Finally, the tide turned. Tony squinted, with a hint of pleasure in his eyes. As the effects of the medicine wore off, the scent in the air lost its appeal to him, becoming insipid