Han Luoli, Shen Minghan, Bai Xiaoyu, and Ling Ye, four brooding men, just sat on the couch, glaring at each other.
Under the dim yellow light, the table was set with red wine, beer, and cigarettes.
It was clear that the brothers were ready to wallow in their sorrows.
The waiter came in, opened the vintage wine, and poured it out for each of them.
Han Luoli didn't drink and despised alcohol, he frowned and walked over to sit on the couch under a 20th-century oil painting, where the air was a bit fresher and the light was the dimmest. He habitually took out a lighter, then felt all over his body for cigarettes.
Only to realize he hadn't carried cigarettes for a long time.
Even though there were some on the table nearby, he still shook his head silently, Baby didn't like him smoking, so he had quit. His fingers fiddled with the lighter, his perceptive eyes pondering something unknown.
At the table, the brothers were toasting and conversing.
