Arhan's eyes gradually turned bloodshot, sweat continuously appeared on his forehead, his fists clenched tightly, breathing heavily. It was obvious that he was deliberately suppressing his inner rage.
"My brother was only six years old at the time. One day, my mother and I went out to work, leaving him alone at home. My brother was naturally mischievous, couldn't stay put, and ran out. As a result... he met two men from the neighboring houses and got exposed to marijuana for the first time! That day, when my mother and I returned, we just felt he was a bit more excited, and didn't think much of it. When we discovered he was using marijuana, it was already more than half a month later... His addiction was too deep, and coupled with his young age, it was impossible for him to quit..."
Arhan slowly squatted down, his hands deeply intertwined in his hair, his voice carrying an uncontainable tremor.
