Upon arriving at the field's edge, Su Wenyue saw Jiang Chunlan in such a sorry state, sitting collapsed in the field, filthy and crying with snot and tears. It was indeed a surprise, and she couldn't help but let a hint of laughter bubble up in her eyes. After all, seeing someone she disliked in misfortune inevitably brightened her mood a bit.
But this seemed too tragic, almost beyond the realm of play-acting. Jiang Chunlan's acting skills weren't this advanced, capable of making the fake look real; otherwise, it might have stirred some fighting spirit in her. She had scorned Jiang Chunlan lately, mostly because Jiang Chunlan's level was too low; such people simply weren't worthy adversaries.
"Oh my, what has happened here? Chunlan, how did you end up like this?"
This was the terrace field by the mountain; the ridges were a bit high. Seeing her daughter in such a state, Mrs. Yang was heartbroken and hurried to help her down, almost stumbling into the field herself.
