Chapter 2, Opium

What else is impossible for you, young lady

Ai Jia turned her head with difficulty, tears of bitterness streaming down into the pillow

Oh my! At this time, which young master or young lady doesn't have a taste for this? What is there to be concerned about? My daughter! You were hit on the head by a brick, not by a smoking gun. Your injury hasn't healed yet, so why are you making things difficult for yourself? If you can't manage, what will your mother do?

Ai Jia truly understands what it means to have a mind like a lump of mush, where one can only sit there blankly without any thoughts. However, she cannot remain thoughtless forever; she must strive to engage her mind and come up with some ideas.

Not only is there a general weakness throughout the body, but there is also itching, nausea in the stomach, and discomfort in the liver, spleen, and stomach; every part feels uneasy. Everything in front of her appears blurry, and she feels uncomfortable in every possible way. She is in a daze, filled with deep fear, wondering what these symptoms could be. Is she going to die? Isn't there usually a moment of clarity before death?

Did she just experience nasal and salivary incontinence? Why is she not aware of it herself

Damn, the amount of information is overwhelming

This girl is beyond help, she's simply insane. Doesn't her family take care of her?

As someone who was once in their twenties, I can still feel from my own physical development that I now weigh at most thirteen or fourteen

A shadow suddenly approached; it was a tall girl. She bent down as if to observe Ai Jia's expression and whispered, "Miss, are you awake? Are you feeling unwell? Please wait a moment, I will clean your face and then go get the items." As she spoke, she took a cloth and wiped under Ai Jia's nose, as well as her lips and cheeks. The vague sensation startled Ai Jia.

At this moment, Ai Jia could no longer hear anything; her entire body and mind were paralyzed by the words "I used drugs".

Someone brought a cigarette butt close to her lips, and she struggled to avoid it while drooling. She was acutely aware of how much her body craved that one puff. If it weren't for that fateful drag, she might not have even realized she was addicted to drugs, forced to endure this torment. However, now that she knows that just one puff could relieve her entire body of the debilitating effects, avoiding it has become particularly difficult. The battle between reason and instinct rages fiercely within her, and at times, she even questions whether she has unknowingly taken a drag in her confusion. Yet, now that she knows that just one puff could relieve her entire body of the debilitating effects, avoiding it has become particularly difficult. The battle between reason and instinct rages fiercely within her, and at times, she even questions whether she has unknowingly taken a drag in her confusion.

Rest assured, there is nothing more absurd than the original owner... Ai Jia silently nodded in her heart, then racked her brains to ponder a question: Where is Fengtian?

Smoke ... ... poison? '' Ai Jia was unsure whether she was asking herself or the maid.

The maid was taken aback for a moment, then quickly responded: "Oh, Miss, rest assured, I have already replaced it with the Liu family's tobacco shop. Didn't you say that the Zhang family's was impure and lacked flavor? I still remember that. So, how is it? Are you satisfied?"

As soon as the words were spoken, her body suddenly felt light; after a long time, she heard a scream and the warmth flowing beneath her.

It seems to be fine, miss. You are unwell and should not smoke too much. Shall I prepare it for you?

Forgive Ai Jia, who was originally a thorough Southerner. She has traveled abroad but has never been to Northern China, and she is completely in the dark about its history and culture. No matter how she tries, she cannot recall anything, so she can only give up and plan to gather more information before re-engaging. At this moment, a more significant issue looms ahead: regardless of the prevailing circumstances, overcoming addiction is the top priority.

The background music is the wailing of a biological mother: "What kind of sin have I committed!"

The maid, seeing that Ai Jia had not moved for a while, noticed drool flowing down and couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. She wiped away the drool that was about to drip and softly urged, "Miss, suck it up, do you want to feel miserable?"

What is this? It is more effective than any medicine she has ever taken in modern times. Is this really traditional Chinese medicine? Ai Jia was still pondering in her mind, and an involuntary silly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth

Damn it, Li Jiajun, don't come back either

The biological father roars: "Let her be shameless! Beat her! Beat her to death!"

Finally, the force with which she was made to smoke increased, almost shoving the cigarette butt into her mouth. The command to inhale echoed in her ears, and she felt as if she were shaking her head, though she could not tell if she actually was. Her body trembled like a sieve, and a wave of cold numbness washed over her. Shivering, she struggled to push the cigarette butt out from her lips, hissing as she took two breaths: "No... don't... inhale..."

"Why are you still acting foolishly? Have you gotten dizzy from smoking too much?" Her mother waved a handkerchief in front of her eyes a couple of times, and Ai Jia pretended to be oblivious: "Ah? What?" She dared not say much, as her mother's northern accent was too pronounced, and being a girl from the south, she was genuinely afraid of giving herself away.

In recent days, the lines in Ai Jia's inner theater have been just a few words: Li Jiajun, you are ruthless; Li Jiajun, you are impressive; Li Jiajun, I curse you; Li Jiajun, I will take on your whole family

Upon arriving, Ai Jia no longer regarded her life as precious; if she could not endure, she would die alongside Li Jiajun. If she endured...

It is not difficult for her to imagine that even more terrifying things have happened to this body! Could it be that she has already given birth? Could it be that her husband has changed several times? Could it be that she has even changed her gender?

Ai Jia finally awoke from her dreamlike state, reluctantly allowing the maid to put away that long object, yet she felt increasingly uneasy as she observed her actions

She felt completely devoid of the refreshing sensation that comes from adequate sleep. On the contrary, she felt groggy all over, with a splitting headache. It was not only the intense pain at the site of her head injury but also a dull ache deep within her brain. In the past, after staying up late for classes, she would experience such pain due to excessive fatigue, but back then, all she needed to do was lie down and sleep it off, and everything would be fine. Yet now, despite being in the body of a young lady, why did she feel so weak as if she had been abused for ten years and had just been rescued?

Oh dear, miss, what are you saying? Didn't you say this is opium? It's not a drug...

Unable to sit still, I lay down on the bed. While my mind is still clear, I recall the images on the old cigarette packs my father used to have.

The maid held a long smoking pipe, with copper at both ends and black wood in the middle, exuding an air of exquisite luxury. The other end of the pipe was connected to a small pot made of the same material, which had an additional small opening. The maid was opening the pot, extracting a dark object from inside, and placing it back into a silk pouch hanging from the small pot. The spout of the pot was still emitting smoke, making it difficult to discern its scent in relation to the books.

Let’s simmer a little longer ... ... simmer a little longer ... ...

Something happened. To overcome her addiction, she lost her appetite even for meals. However, when the craving hit, the fierce determination to avoid cigarettes returned. She understood that without replenishing calories and nutrients, it would be even harder for her to endure. Thus, she self-destructively stretched her neck, mumbling for food, swallowing whatever was put in her mouth without hesitation. The cooking was meticulous, avoiding any strong odors or greasy flavors. The plain porridge mixed with eggs, a bit of salt, and scallions was prepared. Sometimes, a little sesame oil and vinegar were added, making it somewhat appetizing, at least not so nauseating that she would vomit it back up.

The mother anxiously checked her daughter from top to bottom, relieved to find that she was not missing any limbs. Wiping her tears, she said, "Jun'er, it's not that I want to criticize you, but you really should be more careful. Why do you dare to play with everything? This performance is meant for the gentlemen; what business do you have joining in the fun?"

This block-shaped item can't possibly be opium, can it

She could no longer endure it.

Fortunately, the incontinence of mucus, tears, and saliva over the past two days had laid the groundwork. She was in a daze for a moment before feeling a slight sense of grievance. There was no overwhelming anger or immense shame, but even this small feeling of grievance was enough to make her eyes well up with tears. The cigarette butt was shoved into her mouth, nearly knocking out her teeth, with an extremely rough force. This slight pain jolted her awake, and she clearly realized that she had started to cry, her face streaming with tears: "No..."

With a buzz, her vision blurred before her eyes, as an intangible substance with a strange scent surged through her nasal passages straight to her mind. It seemed to obscure all pain and sorrow, transforming everything into a vast expanse of white. Immersed in it felt like wandering in a celestial palace, inducing a sense of ethereal bliss. Ai Jia let out a comfortable sigh, squinted her eyes, and with great satisfaction, took two more puffs, the exhilarating sensation akin to ascension continuing with each inhalation.

Alright, I am still playing the fool, and Ai Jia is beaming with joy

However, this maid seemed unfazed; after wiping Ai Jia's face, she turned around. After a series of clattering sounds, she brought over something long and narrow, shoving one end into Ai Jia's mouth: "Everything is ready, Miss. Please use it first."

... cannot continue! hetushu.com.com Ai Jia holds her head.

In the midst of the chaos, a woman who seemed to be my biological mother rushed in, crying: "Oh my dear precious, you finally woke up. My heart aches for you. Did you just smoke? Are you feeling any better?"

In her mouth was a hard object, with a flat texture that was moist, faintly carrying a dry and peculiar taste. Ai Jia, with a dazed expression, held that thing in her mouth, remaining completely still

This fourteen-year-old girl named Li Jiajun claims to be a feminist, yet her actions are entirely in admiration of patriarchy. If men wear pants, I wear them too! If men play with entertainers, I do the same! If men casually smoke a few puffs, I smoke too! If men spend lavishly in nightclubs, I spend money as well!

A girl of thirteen or fourteen is already given money at home to smoke opium? What a remarkably outrageous family!

Although her mind was filled with disbelief, Ai Jia still felt a chill in her hands and feet as she arrived at an answer. Undeterred and recklessly, she opened her mouth to ask, "What is this..."

Damn it! I want to die! Ai Jia gritted her teeth, yet dared not speak, only staring blankly at her.

Oh no ... I lost control.

The amount of information is overwhelming; please allow me to take a moment... Ai Jia still wore a blank expression.

"Inhale! Hurry up!" The command rang out like a thunderclap. It was the elder brother, his head swaying in front of me, still dressed in military uniform, but with red-rimmed eyes. "Sister, take a puff, I beg you!"

By the time she woke up again, it was already the morning of the second day

In the past, those girls like Cui Cui and Lan Jun, it was one thing to indulge in them, but what is this Guan Lan? A mere novice actor is worth you getting into a fight for him? Or is he the son of your brother's company commander? Is it amusing? Do you still act like a lady? Now all of Fengtian is watching you as a joke, I wonder how you will manage to go to school after this!

Severed trachea, decayed lungs, atrophied muscles, and blackened teeth that have fallen out

Northern region, Fengtian

About a day later, her drug cravings returned. Although she claimed to have attended a drug exhibition, it was merely a superficial experience, serving only to inform her of the dangers of drug use. Subsequently, she remained in a state of confusion and lethargy, perpetually tired and yawning, yet an itch emanated from her bones, preventing her from sleeping. Especially after refusing the cigarettes that Xiuxiu regularly brought her, her condition deteriorated further. She would sit there, zoning out, with saliva and tears streaming down her face, completely unable to concentrate. She was oblivious to those passing by and even failed to hear when someone spoke to her.

All of Fengtian watches her jokes, considering it a city, but if this girl is not living like a small-time character, then this Fengtian must be an unknown small town. However, she feels that Fengtian sounds particularly familiar, so it must be an old name of some city.

Fortunately, she still had some capacity for thought; otherwise, it would have been truly difficult to transition in such a short time. It is somewhat understandable that she had recently visited a drug prevention exhibition, and the descriptions of drug use there were etched in her memory, allowing her to react immediately.

"Ah, you are still impatient." The mother clearly misunderstood, "Do you know how difficult you are making it for your brother? Although you are only hurting yourself, everyone present saw who you intended to hit back then. Your father even had to apologize to others. Daughter, I have come to understand that this is not how things should be played. In the future, you must not act recklessly!"

In fact, it was almost a case of eating and vomiting at the same time, so now, while eating, her instincts have finally divided a bit of the craving for cigarettes with her appetite, allowing her to avoid fainting from hunger.

Ai Jia's mind was a complete mess, and upon hearing this, he obediently took a deep breath.

The decoration of this home suggests a certain affluence, with everything being exquisite and elegant. The girl's room is equipped with all the essentials one would expect, indicating a strong hope for their daughter to embody a refined image... On the coat rack, there seems to hang a riding whip...

She does not want to experience the discomfort she felt during her recent episode again, and regardless of whether this is her body or not, she absolutely will not allow herself to be occasionally dazed and drooling. No matter what the current situation is, self-destructive behavior is definitely not something she would do; she must grit her teeth and fight through it.

Elder brother turned back: "Stop looking, let her endure for a while, wanting to quit is a good thing."