If she were like in her past life, unable to see those scenes, she could remain indifferent with a clear conscience.
She walked to the small hill of wheat and corn, bent down, and grabbed a handful of golden corn in her hand.
This grain can save many lives.
But it's not enough to aid those from the disaster-stricken areas she saw in her dreams.
Gu Jin's brows gently furrowed as she fell into deep thought.
She always felt that being able to dream of those scenes was not without reason; there must be a solution.
In the unseen realm, it seemed as though invisible hands were orchestrating all of this.
The continuous month-long torrential rain was about to arrive. After the heavy rain, what awaited everyone was a famine where countless people would face inevitable death.
The corn in her hand slipped through her fingers to the ground, and heaviness flashed in Gu Jin's eyes.
Suddenly, she turned to look at the nearby stream.
