"Shh––I forgot to tell you, my life of despair was completely destroyed three years ago. Now, three years later, despair can't harm me, only I can kill despair!"
Finishing, Ren Feifan stood up, extending a hand towards Fan Qian, "Would you like me to take you with me as we stride forward towards hope?"
Fan Qian lifted her head, looking at the man in front of her who was no longer downcast but now brimming with confidence. The sun spilled behind him, and she could feel a radiance emanating from him, like the long-awaited hope.
I believe you.
The attempted suicide had been resolved. Thanks to Ren Feifan's successful prevention, Fan Qian decided to live a better life for herself.
For him, if she had jumped, her life would have been utterly destroyed. So, he chose to live. Moreover, the young man had promised him something. He didn't know why, even though it seemed implausible, he still believed it.
