Yan Ji stood by the emergency exit, leaning against the railing and lighting a cigarette for himself. His gaze passed through the dissipating smoke, falling blankly on some emptiness below.,Qian Wei was physically weak and never participated in fights. But every time they bullied her, she would stand by with a camera, taking pictures.,Looking at the wall straight ahead, she was thankful he hadn't gone crazy when she was pressing the gas pedal. Otherwise, today they would have ended up at the hospital.。