Then, she respectfully got up, intending to leave.
But, it was at this moment—
Rosa felt her vision suddenly turn hazy.
Her consciousness became blurry.
In the depths of her mind, it seemed like a gentle, soft power was guiding her.
Leading Rosa's spirit towards some distant, lofty direction.
Everything before her flowed with radiant colors, within the ephemeral lights and shadows, Rosa seemingly saw the clear and dazzling starry sky.
Infinitely distant, infinitely bright.
Brilliant and beautiful.
In the next moment.
The hazy and flickering image gradually became clear, became real.
She saw a field of crimson gold.
A gentle breeze swept over, setting the entire field into waves upon waves, rising and falling like the sea, never ceasing.
The rich scent of wheat carried by the breeze greeted her face, making Rosa feel somewhat refreshed and delighted.
