At the kind old lady's shout, the attention of the others was quickly drawn, all of them urging her not to jump.
Eleven couldn't get a word in, and temporarily found the warmth mixed with absurd humor.
At least, they weren't clamoring for her to jump quickly.
In this uproar, the familiar Maserati re-entered her line of sight.
It came up the bridge from far away and slowly stopped at the same place it had been parked earlier.
Next, Gu Liancheng got out of the car, pushing through the crowd to stand before her.
Eleven had not expected him to return, and for a moment, she didn't know what to feel.
Honestly, if he hadn't come back, she wouldn't have felt aggrieved, but when he reappeared, a sour sensation suddenly swelled in her heart.
Gu Liancheng stood amidst the crowd, dazzlingly bright.
A man radiating brilliance like him could never blend into the crowd.
He stood in front of Eleven and stretched out his palm to her.
"Get down," he said.
