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Ye Bing was on the brink of madness, suffering from the torment of his addiction. The substance he was addicted to was unlike anything available on the market; its effects deepened with each episode, and every occurrence brought more pain than the last. It was no longer a matter of simply enduring or toughing it out; breaking free from this addiction had become an insurmountable challenge.
Often, in his agony, he would lose his grip on reality, biting his own tongue until it bled. Yet, despite the pain, others would force his mouth open to prevent him from succumbing to the urge to end his suffering by taking his own life. Each day dragged on painfully for Ye Bing, as he counted every second like a year. He struggled through the torment, never once considering giving up.
On the second weekend after entering the rehabilitation center, Zheng Mengni came to visit him. Unfortunately, it was during one of Ye Bing's most severe episodes. Zheng Mengni could not enter; she could only watch him from behind a glass window.
How could this be happening? Why was he getting worse? The staff member in charge wore a serious expression. "His addiction is too severe; quitting is indeed very difficult."
But he had never used drugs. After all this time, why was he still suffering so intensely? He truly had no history of substance abuse, and tests showed that he wasn't addicted to anything in the traditional sense. The substance was extremely potent; only someone intent on self-destruction would use it for pleasure. If Miss Ye had accidentally ingested it, it was likely that someone had deliberately harmed him.
Zheng Mengni's face hardened as she sarcastically replied, "How could he accidentally ingest it?" She glanced at Ye Bing, curled up in pain, and thought how foolish he was to make enemies everywhere—he really left himself no way out.
Zheng Mengni furrowed her brow and asked gently, "Can I request a nurse to take care of him? Our parents are getting old and are very worried about their precious daughter. If anything were to happen to him in there, I wouldn't know what to do."
"I'm sorry, Miss Zheng," the staff member replied. "We have rules here. But rest assured, we will do our best to take care of your brother. No matter how difficult it is for him to quit, we will not give up on anyone."
Zheng Mengni nodded in understanding. She stepped closer and tapped on the glass window, knowing full well that Ye Bing wouldn't hear her. Still, she spoke softly to him: "Ye Bing, I've waited two months for you to wake up. Everyone at home is really happy that you're finally awake. You must hold on in there; once you're healthy again, we'll bring you home."
In his agony, Ye Bing raised his hand and struck his throbbing head repeatedly. His withered hands showed prominent veins as sweat poured down him like he had just emerged from water.
For a brief moment, clarity returned to his murky eyes; all physical pain seemed to vanish. It felt like a moment of resurrection as he stiffly turned around, grimacing as he squinted at the delicate figure outside the glass window.
Zheng Mengni had fair skin and dark hair; her gentle eyes were beautiful. She was speaking, but Ye Bing couldn't make out any of her words.
He strained to open his eyes wider, trying desperately to read her lips. He saw her soft pink lips moving rhythmically like fresh flowers glistening with dew—full of life and vitality.
Suddenly, a breeze swept through as if someone had taken pity on him in secret and conveyed Zheng Mengni's encouraging words directly into his ears: "Don't give up, okay?"
We are all waiting for you to come home.
Ye Bing, I will visit you again next weekend, so cheer up.
Yet the thick glass sealed off Ye Bing's surroundings completely, leaving no room for the wind to enter.
With slightly moist eyes, Ye Bing was unsure whether the tears were a result of pain or if they were influenced by this female body he inhabited.
Girls possess an innate talent for love, often displaying a tenderness that more straightforward men lack.
Ye Bing pondered: Is this the reason for his tears?
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