The icy water had already spread throughout his entire body, nearly submerging his head.
In the clear water, the scars on Third Young Master Jun's body from self-harm to resist the torment of withdrawal were visible.
At this moment, he had already passed out, his fingers spasmodically gripping the edge of the bathtub so tightly that his fingernails bled, his gaunt, pale face as white as a piece of paper soaked in water, a terrifying sight.
Lie Feng felt a pang in his heart, suffocatingly uncomfortable.
He hurriedly dragged him out of the bathtub and laid him on the bed, checking his breathing and heartbeat to find that although weak, they were still normal. Then, Lie Feng's overwhelmingly frightened heart finally settled down.
But watching Third Young Master Jun lying quietly on the bed, in such a wrecked state, he felt immensely sorrowful and unsure of how much longer Third Young Master could hold on.
