Someone who has died once really won't let these things affect them anymore.
I decisively hung up the phone and set my mobile to reject all calls, out of sight, out of mind.
The beautiful landscape of my homeland is still waiting for me.
I don't have that much time to be involved and waste energy with Su Hao and the others.
Of course.
I will never forgive them for causing my death.
But I'm not stupid enough to argue with them while I'm still ill.
That would be too foolish.
It might even worsen my condition.
But I didn't expect some people to be so shameless.
Just when I was enjoying the infinite beauty of my homeland, my best friend's phone suddenly rang anxiously.
I was quite puzzled.
My best friend knows I'm relaxing and healing, so she generally wouldn't call me unless it's an emergency.
What's going on?
I answered the phone.
Her voice came through urgently.
"Honey, didn't you say you weren't joining the national author competition?"