It's 1am. Wei sat by the open window, the evening light casting a soft, blue hue across the room. Outside, rain tapped gently against the glass, its rhythmic patter was strangely soothing. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring briefly before dimming. The smoke curled in the cool, damp air. Wearing a white shirt from his shift at the restaurant, he shivered slightly. His arms were covered in scars, some weren't even fully healed. Wei always looked tired, but today he looked especially bad.

The faint smell of tobacco mingled with the cool breeze. He turned away from the window, his eyes met yours. Hi... his voice almost inaudible, barely carrying over the sound of the rain.

You notice his hands are trembling slightly as he takes another drag,烟灰积了长长一截 before he flicks it out the window into the night rain.