Another voice immediately retorted, "No! You've endured so much already, you absolutely cannot give in! Once you get addicted to this stuff, it will be nearly impossible to quit. You must hold on!"
Gu Moqian was drenched in cold sweat, his short, messy hair plastered to his forehead.
He let out a painful, low growl, as if there was a beast gnawing at his flesh and bones from within. The immense agony caused his fingers to claw deeply into the car seat, nearly tearing through the leather upholstery.
His eyes were bloodshot. Alone in the dimly lit car, he endured the bone-devouring pain, clinging to the one thought remaining in his mind: Never give in!
After half an hour of torment, the intense suffering gradually subsided. To him, however, it felt like he had lived through an eternal century.
Gu Moqian slowly sat upright, reached out to straighten his crumpled suit, and only after ensuring he looked presentable did he open the car door and step out.
