Death, this is not because of his low mental fortitude, but because he is truly dying. A strong rope tightly binds around his neck.,Lin Hao's head ached, especially his brain was buzzing. He struggled to open his eyes. As his vision gradually cleared, he saw several familiar yet unfamiliar faces.,Lin Hao stood before a solid stone arch bridge, facing the intoxicating spring breeze. He looked at the farmers working diligently on both sides of the river and the women picking mulberry leaves, but his eyes were filled with melancholy.。