"What's wrong with you?" Chana reached out to support Dora. Dora's lips trembled, her eyes were bloodshot, and her breathing became rapid.
Chana just observed briefly and understood, muttering in shock, "Prohibited substance?"
Chana turned over Dora's wrist and saw the thick vein. Many tiny black veins extended from it, indicating prolonged use of prohibited substances.
"This serious? What's going on? How long have you been involved with prohibited substances? These things only provide temporary pleasure. Are you guys relying on them to relieve stress? Even when wandering in the wasteland, my father would never allow us to touch prohibited substances.
This is overdrawing your life."
Dora squeezed out a strained bitter smile, "Did you forget what I told you? We are just pawns controlled by others. This is how they control us, and we have no choice."
