Late at night, Xie Sui came to the windy riverside bridge.
He took off his helmet and found a crumpled photo in his chest pocket—a picture of him and Jibai.
In the photo, the girl's lips were pale; she described them as thin, but there was a happy smile on the corner of her mouth. She kissed Xie Sui's face and pressed the shutter button.
Xie Sui closed his eyes, lowered his head, and kissed the photo affectionately.
"Xiao Bai, I'm looking for you."
He was about to climb over the guardrail when the phone rang suddenly.
He didn't plan to pick it up, but the harsh ringtone really ruined the atmosphere.
Xie Sui looked down at the screen irritably. It was the number of the police officer, Xiaocheng, who had just saved it. He picked it up.
