"Give me... give me..."
The sunlight slanted in through the curtains, casting a ray onto the figure lying on the bed.
An Jiancheng looked at the man who appeared skeletal. His eyes were bright, skin dark, making him seem both pitiable and hateful, unable to bear looking directly.
He spoke directly, "Young man, I know you're deeply addicted now, but you can't give up on detoxification. Only by quitting drugs can you have hope to live on. If you really don't quit, the drugs will drain your blood, and you'll be close to death."
"Give me... give me a hit... without it I'll die, I really will die!" The tied-up man lay on the bed, rolling back and forth, rubbing his body against the mattress.
