"Wow, is that... is that a person?"
"Oh my god, how can he run so fast? That's exaggerated, isn't it?"
On the midnight streets, there were still night owls who hadn't returned home, and they were suddenly frightened when they saw Lin Chuan sprint past them. This was the first time in their lives they had seen such incredible speed that it almost left them speechless.
Regrettably, despite his frantic running, he ultimately failed to catch up with the person he loved. Lin Chuan raced all the way to the banks of the East River. The road was pitch-black, devoid of people, and that white Mercedes was nowhere to be found. Lin Chuan was left completely drained and despairing.
What was lost seemed not just a lover, but more like his heart itself.
Lin Chuan felt a gaping emptiness in his chest, as if it had been hollowed out. He was disappointed, frustrated, and desperate...
"No!!" Standing by the chilly riverside, Lin Chuan let out an unwilling roar.
