Sigh, what am I doing? Faced with Liu Changlong's plea for help, I still have the mind to make fun of Mo Tian.
Wan'er shook her head, her mind calming down. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly. She had originally gone to handle a rather serious matter, but after a conversation with the driver along the way, it seemed to have taken a turn for the worse.
Could it be that deep down she harbored some filthy thoughts? Or was it that she, in her casual conversation, disregarded the lives of others? Upon thinking this, Wan'er felt utterly ashamed.
Mo Tian seemed to sense the turmoil in Wan'er's heart. He stretched out a front paw and gently patted Wan'er's arm, comforting her without revealing his feelings.
At this moment, about ten minutes have passed since Liu Chang'an started crying on the phone.
"Beep beep..." When the phone rang again, Wan'er was truly startled; she was afraid...
"Wan'er, where are you now?" Thankfully, it was Uncle Mercury's voice.
"Uncle, if it's not important, please don't call me, okay? I have something urgent to take care of, I'll be home soon." Wan'er then hung up the phone and looked out the window.
Upon arrival, Wan'er could see a crowd gathered at the high bridgehead ahead. Excited, she stood up, pointed ahead, and said to the driver, "Sir, could you please stop up ahead? That's it."
“Okay,” the driver replied.
"Beep!" The car braked suddenly and came to a stop on the shore.
Stepping out of the car, a biting wind swept over me. Patches of snow remained along the roadside, and countless messy footprints were imprinted on the snow.
Standing by the roadside and looking ahead, the river is at least a hundred meters wide. Not far ahead is an ancient stone arch bridge spanning east to west. The bridge railings are made of rammed stone slabs, but due to their age, many parts of the slabs are covered with moss.
Moreover, two or three sections of the bridge railings have collapsed, leaving two or three gaps of varying sizes.
The distance from the bridge to the river is at least ten meters. Perhaps because of the heavy rain in the past few days, the water under the bridge is murky and the waves are churning. Especially in this cold winter, just looking at it makes people shiver.
Looking at the crowd now, they were facing away from Wan'er, gathered around a gap not far away on the opposite side of the bridge.
The river wind at the bridgehead grew even stronger, whipping against Wan'er's face and ruffling her long, flowing hair.
Seeing Wan'er's face flushed red by the river wind, Mo Tian felt a pang of heartache. She raised her fingers and secretly activated her spiritual light to shield Wan'er from some of the cold wind...
Wan'er was somewhat surprised to feel a faint warmth, but she didn't have time to think about it.
"Wan'er, Wan'er, do you really not want me anymore..." Quietly approaching, through the gaps in the crowd, one could see a gap near the bridge, directly opposite a bridge pier, protruding outwards. A slender figure, braving the biting river wind, was sitting on a small, square section of the protruding bridge pier...
The onlookers dared not approach, but hid behind the railing, occasionally saying something, probably trying to persuade Liu Chang'an.
Wan'er couldn't help but feel nervous. She took a deep breath, turned her palm over, and brushed it towards Mo Tian, reaching the back of his neck...
There were at least a dozen people in the crowd; it was best not to let others see him to avoid unnecessary trouble. A thought struck Mo Tian, and he quietly activated his spiritual light, covering himself completely…
Wan'er had no time to pay attention to what was happening behind her; she was only focused on reaching out and pulling at the crowd in front of her.
“Young man, go back. You’re so young, it’s not worth it for a woman…” An old woman was calling out to Liu Chang’an from behind.
This Liu Chang'an has completely disgraced himself.
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