The man inside the house continued hollering as if someone was going to cut his flesh out and tear his skin apart.
After Xia Ruoxin closed the door, she leaned her back against it and slowly slid down. Her whole body looked as if she just got fished out from the water. Her clothes were wet, and even her hair was clumped together in lumps and stuck to her face.
She held her shoulders tightly, and her weak body shivered from time to time.
She was afraid, petrified. She had never seen someone's drug addiction kick in and did not know it would become like that. What she heard from others and what she had looked up was way milder than Gao Yi's situation; his was too brutal, too unsightly.
What to do? She really could not take it; she could not take seeing him like that. Should she buy him some?
