“Reason,” Gu Li pondered the two words slowly, the words rolling across his lips and tongue. He looked at Zhao Jing with a blank expression for a moment, “Do I need to tell you? So you scum really have no heart. But it’s okay, you just need to know that I’m happy because you’re in pain. I need you, even if I’m in pain to death.”

Looking at Gu Li's indifferent expression, Zhao Jing seemed to have an idea. He suddenly ripped the chain off his neck, grabbed the USB drive, and placed it outside the railing. "I really want to die right now. Do you think I should just take his last possession with me and die?"

Gu Li looked at Zhao Jing and noticed a kind of infatuated look on his face. The red color spread from his neck upwards, making Gu Li frown. "You pervert, how come you were missed in the prostitution crackdown?" His tone was full of disgust.

Zhao Jing clenched his fist even tighter. "Gu Li, you wouldn't understand."

"Take your filthy hands back, or you can forget about dying. I'll just send you to your death." Gu Li's tone was ruthless, but her face remained expressionless.

Zhao Jing's lips curled slightly before returning to normal. "I thought you didn't care about anything? Turns out you do."

Gu Li: "What kind of persona are you trying to create for me? Only someone like you would be so indifferent to everything."

“Yes, you do care,” Zhao Jing said softly.

The wind was strong on the overpass, and Zhao Jing's voice was too soft for Gu Li to hear clearly. She only saw that Zhao Jing's hand not only did not retract, but was also opened, with a small USB drive lying in his palm.

A gust of wind blew by, and Gu Li felt as if the USB drive was about to fly away, so he unconsciously took a step forward.

Zhao Jing took a step back as he watched Gu Li's movements, and the object in his palm jerked slightly. "Don't come any closer," he said to Gu Li with a smile, appearing nonchalant.

Gu Li clenched his back teeth and licked the USB drive with his tongue, only to taste a metallic sweetness. "Heh," he chuckled coldly, "Do you think I really want to go there?" He tried to avoid looking at the small USB drive, but his palms couldn't help feeling cold.

Zhao Jing seemed completely relaxed. "Anyway, I'm in this situation now. I think what you said about being a stray dog ​​makes some sense, but I still want to see if you can always win."

Always winning? Gu Li pondered to herself, somewhat puzzled.

Zhao Jing sighed and slowly said, "Let's make a bet."

Gu Li coldly replied, "I won't fight."

Zhao Jing, as if he hadn't heard, continued, "Let's bet on whether you can grab it faster or I can grab it faster."

Gu Li was stunned for a moment before realizing what was going on. "What are you going to do?"

As he finished speaking, Zhao Jing raised his wrist slightly, and the next moment he looked at Gu Li with a particularly meaningful smile.

Gu Li understood. He felt a chill run through him, his blood rushed to his head, and his movements became spontaneous, driven by his master's will. He rushed towards Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing slowly turned his wrist, watching Gu Li run over, his smile widening.

Gu Li wasn't far away. He rushed up and grabbed Zhao Jing's wrist. Just as he felt a little relieved, he heard Zhao Jing's voice in his ear, "Let's die together."

The sound and Zhao Jing's movements occurred simultaneously. He held Gu Li hostage, and the two bodies leaped over the stone railing. Gu Li glanced at Zhao Jing, whose laughter had become manic.

While in the air, Gu Li looked in the direction where Jiang Xu was standing. He saw a figure running towards him. He could only make out the hem of the clothes that were being raised, but he couldn't make out the face at all.

He thought, "Damn it, Zhao Jing, that bastard, deserves to die."

What followed was a profound sense of falling, the feeling of weightlessness made his hands and feet icy cold, and the biting wind was even stronger than on the overpass, as if it were blowing into his bones.

The river was rapidly approaching, the spray splashing onto my face was icy cold, and then utterly cold.

Gu Li felt as if she were being enveloped, with river water constantly flowing into her mouth and nose. What looked like churning waves falling into the water from the bridge felt like entering a whirlpool.

Completely unable to control myself, I could only feel the sand and gravel relentlessly rubbing against me, the pain swept away by the river, leaving only a feeling of utter powerlessness.

It was very dark, as dark as the night itself. Gu Li searched for light in this darkness, wondering, where is it?

Jiang Xu's heart stopped when he saw them rushing over the guardrail together. He only regretted that they were too far away and there was no time to catch up. Panic spread throughout his body, and he could hardly breathe when he ran over.

He calmed himself down, his mind racing as he ran, and he pulled out his phone to contact emergency contacts for help.

He could hear himself calmly and deliberately giving orders, but he felt detached. He suddenly felt his connection to the world weaken, as if it were about to be severed.

Jiang Xu felt like a wandering soul floating in the air; everything felt empty, and nothing seemed to matter anymore.

He gripped the handrail, the rough texture of the stone against his palm felt so subtle that he punched it directly. The pain brought him back to his senses.

He gazed at the surging river, wishing he could jump in and search for someone, but he knew he couldn't add to the rescue team's burden so that he could find Gu Li as soon as possible.

“Gu Li…” he murmured to himself. He opened his phone again and dialed a string of numbers.

Gu Feng frowned when he saw a string of unfamiliar numbers appear on his phone. Not many people knew his private number, so the possibility of it being a stranger's number was extremely small. He thought about answering the call.

As soon as the call connected, Jiang Xu spoke up, his voice hoarse, "Hello, Uncle Gu, this is Jiang Xu. Gu Li had an accident on the Han River."

Upon hearing this, Gu Feng smacked the blanket in his hand onto the table. "I understand."

The call ended a moment later. Jiang Xu ignored the disconnected phone and went to urge the rescuers again.

Soon after, the sound of the rescue team rang out. They arrived at the riverbank, set up a cordon, and the crowd was noisy and chaotic, but Jiang Xu could only hear the sound of the surging waves.

The wind brought the dark clouds over completely, making the sky gray and gloomy. The wind, carrying moisture, lashed at Jiang Xu, making him dizzy. He pressed the wound on his hand to keep himself alert and watch the rescue workers move around.

The rescue team leader came over to report to Jiang Xu. Seeing the man's pale face, he couldn't help but add after finishing the report, "Go sit in the car and wait. It's windier by the river."

"Mm." Jiang Xu replied, but his feet didn't move an inch. He watched them move one by one, watching the huge wave so close at hand. His Gu Li was being submerged like this. He had to watch him come back.

Otherwise, how could he feel at ease?

With a 'drip,' the blood on his hand fell to the ground, forming a small, bright red flower that quietly bloomed one after another. Jiang Xu didn't even glance down at it; he only looked at the large waves in the river.

"Found it!" The loudspeaker amplified the sound, and Jiang Xu's nerves tightened again. He wondered, who was it that was found? Was it Gu Li?