Zhou Shui was lying in Huang Lei's room. Huang Lei and Cheng Haoyu were guarding him. Everyone was busy too. Liu Yun found a set of Huang Lei's plain clothes and handed it to Zheng Xinyi: "Go, ask them to change his wet clothes."
Zheng Xinyi looked at Liu Yun with eyes full of gratitude. She took the clothes and handed them to Cheng Haoyu: "I'll go make some simple rice porridge."
Cheng Haoyu's attack was very measured. Zhou Shui was not seriously injured. When he opened his eyes, the drug addiction had passed, but he still felt weak and thirsty. He stared at the kettle on the table in a daze, swallowing his saliva continuously.
"Are you awake?" Huang Lei followed his gaze to the kettle on the table: "Are you thirsty?"
Zhou Shui cast his gaze towards him, nodding slightly with an embarrassed look on his face. Huang Lei poured him a glass of water, which Zhou Shui drank in one gulp. After consuming the water, he felt stronger and more awake. In a weak, slightly pleading tone, he said to Huang Lei, "Could you please pour me another glass?"
Huang Lei nodded slightly, then poured him a glass of water. After two glasses of water, he became more sober: "Thank you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to put on his shoes and go downstairs when Huang Lei stopped him in time: "Where are you going?"
Zhou Shui ignored him and continued to put on his shoes. Huang Lei became anxious: "No, I'm asking you a question. Where are you going?"
Huang Lei's shout startled the other people in the lobby. Everyone looked at each other, then quickly opened the door to the inner room and cast their eyes on Zhou Shui.
Zhou Shui spoke with a tone of self-abasement, his brows slightly furrowed. "I know everyone hates me because... I take drugs, so please stop caring about me and let me fend for myself out there!"
Liu Yun felt a little sad when he heard this. Zhou Shui, who had just stood up, was slapped back to where he was. He stood there like a statue, looking at Zheng Xinyi with an inexplicable look.
"Zhou Shui, we don't hate you, we hate you. We hate why you can't quit your smoking addiction? We hate why you can't fight it to the end." Zheng Xinyi raised her voice and scolded.
Liu Yun took a step forward and said sincerely, "Child, I don't really hate you. In fact, you are a very good child. If you can quit smoking, I would like to invite you to the Huang family as a guest."
Two lines of hot tears rolled down Zhou Shui's eyes. Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, he felt sad, upset, self-blaming, and helpless. All these emotions were like a big stone blocking his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
With a hoarse voice, he spoke from the bottom of his heart, "Actually, I also want to quit smoking. I've fought it before. I've told myself again and again that I'm a soldier, I have a stronger will than others, and I can defeat it. But every time the urge strikes, I really can't control myself. The torture worse than death is really unbearable. I'm weak and incompetent. Just let me fend for myself."
Zhou Shui's brows knitted together, his tears piercing his lungs. No one could truly understand this feeling. He wanted to quit drugs, too. He had fought bravely in the army, fearless of death. If he could persevere, why would he give up again and again?
Cheng Haoyu stepped forward and punched him in the chest: “Brother, if you want, we can help you.”
Zhou Shui looked at him in surprise. For some reason, that look made Zhou Shui feel that he should give him another chance.
"Child, the New Year is coming soon. If we can help you quit your drug addiction before the New Year, it will be a happy event." Li Yi responded from the side.
Everyone looked at Zhou Shui with confidence, waiting for his response. An invisible force flowed through Zhou Shui's blood and throughout his body. He was willing to give himself another chance and nodded slightly.
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