Yin Zhu was regretting her choice halfway through as her body started to gain momentum, he wasn't going to catch her. She was the one who was foolish enough to believe that the guy would jump and catch her but now the train that she hopped on was past the station and she was going to pummel to her death any second.
Just as she was going to pray to God that he would at least give her a better life in the next lifetime, she felt someone catch hold of her wrist and then pulled her closer. She opened her eyes as hope ignited in her heart, her gaze met with that of the second young master who peered down at her, his face a mask of calm as he stretched out his hand and then wrapped it around her waist before pulling her closer to him as he mercilessly tightened his arm around her waist and muttered against her ear. " It's your funeral sweetheart."
