1000 The Story of Ling and Heng (263)

A chilly wind blew over and Feng Ling didn't notice that she kept trembling.

She was so weak as to lose consciousness, but the sleet was getting bigger and bigger. The lightning struck and thunder rumbled as if in summer.

The raindrops in the snow soaked her clothes, and the chill penetrated into her thin T-shirt. Feng Ling was already exhausted. She looked up at the clouds in the sky, letting the cold snow and rain slap on her face.

Her pale face became even paler. Walking for so long, she saw no car passing by. It seemed that this road was leading her to the end of her life.

But she wasn't afraid of death at all!

She had no attachment to the world.

Her steps became unsteady and her eyes gradually blurred…