She really might die. After struggling in the United States for three years, if not for a belief that had supported her all along, she would have given up early on. Now she was supposed to let go?
She couldn't do it, she absolutely couldn't!
"Xiao Chen, help me, help me!" Ling Yunshu clung tightly to Xiao Chen's hand, the hatred in her eyes turning mad and stubborn, a look of extreme pain on her face. Her body couldn't help but curl up.
Everything she saw today seemed to transform into specters, hovering around her, devouring her bit by bit. She couldn't help but scream, her whole body trembling from the pain.
Xiao Chen's hand was in extreme pain from Ling Yunshu's grip, but he had no sense of it at all, just staring blankly at Ling Yunshu. His dark pupils contracted suddenly — he could see that Ling Yunshu's illness had relapsed. Back then, it took him a lot of effort to cure her depression, yet now it was all for nothing.
