Mu Hanxia raised her head, gazing at the azure sky. The blazing sun made it difficult for her to open her eyes, so she squinted slightly, looking ahead at the vast lychee orchards, with their green leaves and red fruits, bunch after bunch hanging heavily from the branches. She smiled gently, thinking, "If I really can succeed, it would be like a dream come true."
Her current feeling was like walking on a tightrope suspended in the air. She was a gambler staking it all in one throw, in a corner unnoticed by others, having a high-stakes gamble with herself.
Zhang Yulei stood a few steps away from her, watching her. They were high school classmates and hadn't seen each other in years. But some people, just thinking of them can make you feel trust and warmth. To many people, Mu Hanxia, who was once the pride and joy of the heavens, was probably such a person, despite her current destitution.