Lin Nianhe felt that her body had made the choice for her—to die now, because she was already experiencing auditory hallucinations.
She reached out for the sickle, intending to chop a couple more corn stalks to show her unyielding spirit and the unbelievable will that even fate could not command.
Before Lin Nianhe could touch the sickle, someone had already approached her from behind.
She blinked, somewhat disbelieving her own eyes.
Su Yuncheng frowned, his eyes full of concern as he looked at her: "Nianhe? Feeling dizzy?"
Lin Nianhe's hand that was reaching out turned a corner, pinching Su Yuncheng's leg, she asked, "Does it hurt?"
Seeing her abnormal behavior, Su Yuncheng became even more worried: "It doesn't hurt. What's the matter with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Lin Nianhe howled in despair and let go: "It really is a dream!"
She thought so, how could Su Yuncheng possibly appear here?
Is this the last bit of sweetness at the brink of death?
