Song Yi shivered all over, feeling somewhat stiff, staring at him blankly.
This was something she hadn't anticipated.
She knew he might have gone through a lot, but she really didn't expect that he had experienced something like this.
It must have been very hard to endure, not something ordinary people could get through.
"After I got back, I started quitting. It was quite addictive, quite tough. At that time, I simply thought I'd just end it all since living was such a pain."
Tang Si's tone was very indifferent, as if the person who went through those things wasn't him; he seemed more like someone telling a story.
He didn't describe the process, just said, "Much scarier than the scene just now."
Hands and feet were shackled, struggling until the cuffs dug into the bone and flesh, bloody and unable to be restrained.
Until I fainted from the pain, pain always intertwined with pain, soon being awakened by the urge within to inhale again.
