Wu Hao turned his gaze away from the school and lowered his head. He took one deep puff of his cigarette before he stubbed it out and tossed the butt into a trash can next to the light post. He continued to hold onto his umbrella and stand in the rain for a while before he stepped on the wet ground and headed back to the car.
Just when he was about to start the car, he frowned. The familiar tormenting sensation began to surface in his body, and he knew his drug withdrawal symptoms were kicking in again. The symptoms had been coming on frequently, and each time they were worse than the previous time, as well as lasted longer. Tonight, his symptoms were becoming the most debilitating they had ever been.