Jiang Nanshu's fingers dug into the mud, and tears surged out as she grasped a round, hard object.
Trembling, she brought it before her eyes, and it was a Buddha Bead.
Scattered across the ground during Lu Qingyan's fight.
She gently blinked, and a tear fell upon it.
"Don't..."
Silence seemed to fall all around.
Jiang Nanshu could only hear her own crying.
A forgotten memory suddenly became clear.
In the psychiatric hospital's ward.
The young nurse, holding up a melodramatic novel that made her cry, sobbed, "What the hell, the male lead dies trying to save the female lead, the story ends badly, and she doesn't even update it anymore, boo hoo hoo, my poor male lead, I won't read this again!"
The young nurse cried profusely.
Jiang Nanshu glanced at her and scoffed disdainfully, "Only idiots would cry over such nonsense."
Unconvinced, the nurse threw it at her, "You should also immerse yourself in this romance, just watch, I guarantee you'll be moved."
