I really couldn't understand why a man who had no worries would take drug like that, and when I saw Tang Xiao's drug addiction, I couldn't understand his intention to get that thing.
He seemed to be insane, and his mouth kept cursing at my parents and me. He seemed to have lose his senses, and he kept saying that he was very, very itchy, and tell mother untie him.
When we were afraid of disturbing the patients in the next room, we had to hold his mouth.
The Tang Xiao in front of me became a monster that we had confined.
His mother cried, she couldn't accept it. The son that she had been proud of had actually become like this.
On the wall of the room, his father was curled up in a ball. He leaned against the wall and sat in a corner. He held his forehead and his suit was scraped on the white wall. His hands were shaking and he was trembling.
All the time I had been holding back my tears. After all, we need a strong person in this room.