Zhao Dong's speed surged as his vital energy and Spiritual Energy erupted. In the span of a single breath, he reached the railing and grabbed Ding Lan's hand at the last possible moment. She had already vaulted over the edge, her entire body suspended in the air, held only by his tight grip.
Zhao Dong's voice trembled. "Ding Lan, don't be rash! Listen to me, don't do anything reckless."
As Ding Lan looked down at the tiny streams of traffic below, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Looking up at Zhao Dong's face, tears streamed down her own. "Zhao Dong, let go! Just let me die! I don't want to live anymore. There's no point."
"Are you out of your mind? Snap out of it, Ding Lan! You're only in your twenties. You're a physician at East Sea Hospital with a promising future, and your parents' business is booming. You have family, resources, a good background, a career—why would you want to die?"
