He clenched his fists, and a bitter, melancholic smile slowly tugged at the corner of his lips.
Is this me, the Su Family's young man, full of spirit and passion...
Wind and sun, day and night. Just lying motionless in the grass for two or three days, Su Chen had hardly had a drop to drink. He kept his eyes closed, with dry lips quivering, feeling an unprecedented weakness.
Life was slipping away, and he was powerless, what a tragic reality. At this moment, all he wished for was a drop of dew on his cracked lips to feel satisfied.
"Hey, Gudeng, there's a corpse here!"
In the midst of despair, an excited voice suddenly rang like thunder in his ears.
Su Chen's heart trembled and he wanted to open his eyes, but he had lost all his strength, he moved his fingers, his Adam's apple struggled a little.
A sound of footsteps approached, accompanied by the rustling of weeds being crushed.
