The cold and biting touch suddenly grabbed every inch of Ling Yue's skin, and the heavy and turbid liquid poured into her mouth and nose crazily, carrying the disgusting smell of mud and rotten algae. The lungs were burning with pain, and every futile struggle only caused more icy floods to replace the last bit of thin air in the chest.
The vision became blurred and distorted, and the dim yellow water rolled and hit the once majestic city landmarks. The twisted floating corpse occasionally brushed against her powerless fingers, and the cold and smooth touch was unforgettable.
The "victory" won by fighting for the country and doing everything possible... The reward of "ten times the water resources"...
…It turned out to be a catastrophe.
