No one expected that Ning Mengyao would make such a choice.
By the time Beitiao Qian Naizi tried to catch her, it was already too late.
Ning Mengyao fell into the pitch-black abyss.
Even in death, her lips still wore a faint smile.
"Meng Yao!"
Xu Zhi Rou, lying on the ground.
Watched in shock as Ning Mengyao jumped down.
The self-reproaching Zhi Rou couldn't believe it.
Because of herself, she had gambled with her life.
As she wallowed in guilt and regret.
A figure plunged down like lightning.
Without any hesitation, Lin Fan also jumped.
"Why are you so foolish!"
He caught Ning Mengyao in his arms as she fell.
Lin Fan never imagined her goodbye would be so brief.
"Why did you jump!"
Ning Mengyao, without any time to explain, looked at Lin Fan in astonishment.
What should have been a rapid fall seemed like time had stopped for her.
She gazed at Lin Fan's face, infatuated.
Her eyes held love as well as self-reproach.
If it hadn't been for her incompetence.
