Looking at the almost burned out cigarette butts.
Joseph Koh don’t know how many cigarettes I smoked, maybe 10 or a pack.
Joseph Koh noticed that Chen Ying, sitting next to me, was breathing my second-hand smoke every day.
Innocent as she was, she was hurting herself to keep me company.
Friendship always has its corners, but that was enough for Joseph Koh.
There she was.