Shouting out the last sentence loudly, Gai Yu strides forward, running in high heels down the overpass.
Frowning and turning his head, watching Gai Yu gradually run down the overpass, Xicheng lifts his right foot and kicks the railing on the side of the bridge fiercely, letting out a hoarse roar from his throat.
"Ah—"
Then, he crouches down powerlessly, grabbing his hair with both hands.
"Why... Why is it like this?!"
It is late at night, and on this overpass in the outskirts, it's so quiet that there's not a single car, only his car in the distance, flashing yellow lights.
The pale streetlight illumination covers the man's back without temperature, feeling so lonely.
...
...
Lanting Apartment.
Ning Xiaofei stands in front of the hallway door, clutching her phone with one hand, occasionally pacing nervously back and forth, sometimes stopping to look at the entrance in the distance.
