Ling Han looked at the private message on Weibo, grimly smiling. Where could there be a turning point in her life, where could there be any hope left in the world for her?
Standing before the glass window of her apartment, Ling Han looked down at the road dozens of stories below. She, in a white, long dress, harbored despair in her eyes without the slightest ray of hope. The deep furrow of her brow mirrored her hopeless predicament.
At that point, her only choice was to die, to spark attention from the police, the media and the public.
Furthermore, she felt her own body was so dirty, and she didn't want to face herself anymore. Death was the ultimate liberation...
At that moment, many more messages arrived in her Weibo inbox.
Ye Xingguang, the Regret Medicine Salesman:[If you dare to die, wouldn't you dare to trust me just once?]
Ye Xingguang, the Regret Medicine Salesman: [Who told you there's no regret medicine in this world? That's simply because you haven't met me yet!]
