and he couldn't even bring himself to look up.Ning Shu raised his eyes and met those ink-blue eyes, staring straight at him. The general held a cigar slightly in his mouth, his gaze lowered, unable to...y-seven years old.When the man smoked, his fingers held the cigarette. Smoke billowed around him, and Wen Yu Zhou flicked the ash off his hand, his eyes suddenly looking over.bumped into the boy.That...