Jiang Ruolan did not know what was going on with her. There were some voices in her ear. She could hear it clearly from time to time, and then she also felt that she could not hear it clearly. Her consciousness was still vague, she wanted to open her eyes to take a look, but she felt as if there were a thousand pounds in her eyelids.
Jiang Ruolan could not open her eyes no matter what.
Is she dead?
Jiang Ruolan vaguely remembered that a rusty metal had hit her head. When the laborer desperately struggled to get rid of her, she was thrown into the air, swaying, and her forehead heavily hit the cold wall. She didn't know whether it was a concussion, but she felt a strong wave of dizziness.
No, she couldn't die.
She couldn't just die like this! She couldn't leave Yijun alone.
She didn't want her life to end like this. She had just achieved happiness.
She did not want to die!
Jiang Ruolan could faintly hear someone's voice.
