The past half-month had been an absolutely unbearable form of torture, tougher even than imprisonment, but Mr. Su Bai had undertaken his current action with a certain other meaning. It wasn't exactly self-destruction, but neither could one say his mental state was particularly good; it was certainly a far cry from positivity.
However, the feeling of lying in the river now was indeed pleasant, as if one were immersed in the dreamy dizziness of a poppy, aware that it would cause a descent into depravity, yet unable to extricate oneself, and too lazy to attempt to.
This feeling,
Not bad,
Even, quite good.
This was the reason many people chose to use that substance and embark on a road of no return. To put it more simply, there were many smokers in the world. Most people knew that smoking was harmful to health, every cigarette pack bore the warning, yet smokers still ignored it and continued to puff clouds of smoke.
