Ji Wei had no time to think deeply, and almost immediately turned around.
Gu Moqian was leaning against the partition door for support; he couldn't stand steadily at all, his body was somewhat swaying. Seeing his face as pale as paper and the sweat soaking his forehead, Ji Wei fiercely held back the sting in her nose and quickly walked over to support him.
"Mo Qian, how are you? Can you hold on?"
Seeing the woman's extremely worried demeanor, Gu Moqian moved his colorless lips, hoarsely replying, "I'm fine."
Ji Wei refused to believe he was truly fine; she was very certain that his appearance was due to a relapse.
"How long has this situation been going on? Why won't you tell me?" she asked worriedly, a layer of mist clouding her eyes.
Gu Moqian looked at her, his gaze deep and profound, and he spoke with difficulty, "For some time now."
It's better that she misunderstands him as being ill. He dared not imagine how Ji Wei would react if she knew he was addicted to drugs.
