Mo Ran’s gaze flickered slightly, observing the sickly Gu Yixuan who indeed looked in immense pain, as if on the verge of death.
Just the thought of him in that state filled her with great discomfort.
Gao Zhenzhen saw her becoming somewhat moved and continued, "He tried to quit before, but unfortunately, he never succeeded. Once, he had us tie him up and not give him any drugs, but in the end, he still begged to take them. You should know how strong his will is, and the fact that he hasn’t quit by now shows how dependent he is on my medicine."
After hearing this, Mo Ran felt a heavy ache in her heart, like something was stuck and couldn’t be released.
"Does he have to rely on drugs for his entire life? I can tell you love him too, so why don’t you let him quit? Do you want him to be controlled by drugs for life?"
"It’s precisely because I love him that I can’t bear to see him suffer! I have as much of this medicine as I want, so why can’t I let him take it for a lifetime? As long as he’s not in pain, what’s wrong with taking medicine forever?"
Mo Ran took a deep breath, her tone turning cold, "You’re enabling him! You want him to be dependent on your drugs, so he can’t leave you! You’re not really doing this for his sake at all!"
"Slap—" Gao Zhenzhen gave her a fierce slap.
Mo Ran’s head turned to one side, her cheek burning with pain. The sound of the slap drew the attention of those nearby, and Mo Ran became the focal point of everyone’s gaze.
She turned her head slightly, gazing coldly at Gao Zhenzhen.
"Struck a nerve, so you flew into a rage, huh?"
"What if I did? He can’t live without my drugs, that’s a fact!"
"He won’t have to, I believe he will quit. I will never allow him to live his life dependent on drugs." Moreover, they were narcotics.
Excessive use of narcotics carries severe side effects. By the time you realize it, it could be too late for regrets.
"You!" Gao Zhenzhen didn’t expect Mo Ran to have such an attitude.
"Fine, let’s wait and see if he can quit. But let me warn you, when he’s nearly dying from pain, you better remember to call me. If he dies, I won’t let you off easily!"
Gao Zhenzhen threw down two hundred-yuan notes and stormed off.
Mo Ran sat in the cafe for a long time, with no intention of leaving. Outside, the sun began to tilt westward, and the light wasn’t as glaring, but her eyes felt sore and uncomfortable... Check latest chapters at novel·fiɾe·net