Their love was like smoke. Intoxicating. It had filled his lungs, it had covered his senses until all he could see was him, his Zi Tao. Their love was like smoke. It clears when a little wind gets in the way, and for this couple the wind had a name to remember: Wu Kris. Ventilation is good, but with too much air- the smoke dissipates.Their love was like smoke. It had disappeared so suddenly, Chan Yeol didn't have time to react in time. His hands trying to grasp at any residual curls