"If you have something on your mind, sit down and think about it slowly, right? ... It's better to live a miserable life than to die. What if you break your leg but get run over by a car instead of dying? How painful it would be, don't you think...?"

She pounced on the man and could vaguely hear the sound of the back of his head hitting the ground. After Ye Wan finished speaking a few words, he looked at the man's handsome face which had darkened several shades, and his brain went blank for a moment.

The man had a faint, cold scent, like the fir trees in the Nordic snow forest, mixed with icy snowflakes, cool and pleasant.

You can tell at first glance that the suit jacket he's wearing is custom-made and hand-tailored.

Not to mention that face.

He is even more handsome than those popular young stars in the entertainment industry, not to mention his eyes which are even more fierce due to his anger and murderous intent.

In short, this is a man who is one in a million in terms of both his background and personal conditions.

He is also a man who...it is impossible for him to run onto the overpass and commit suicide.

"Well, I...maybe I misunderstood..."

Ye Wan felt a little embarrassed.

A man's gloomy and cold voice rang in my ears, "Can't get up yet? Do you want me to pick you up?"

“Ah? Oh oh oh…”

Ye Wan realized belatedly that he was still lying on the man, and hurriedly climbed up and retreated a few steps away.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to be thankful that I was wearing a mask, and that the passers-by who kept looking back and smiling at me didn't know who she was so her social death was not so complete, or to be angry at myself for meddling in other people's business.

“Yes, I’m sorry…”

Ye Wan looked apologetic, "I really didn't mean it, I thought you were going to..."

Pointing at the overpass and then pointing under the bridge, Ye Wan shut up and stood at attention, showing an attitude of admitting his mistake and accepting the punishment.

The rage from the surprise attack disappeared after seeing the face clearly. His eyes slid across the bright red cinnabar mole on the mask, and Lu Changchuan said, "Do you think I want to commit suicide?"

Not only is he handsome, but he also has a charming voice.

Ye Wan, who always claimed to be a voice control, stole a glance at the man's handsome face and nodded again, "I really didn't mean to touch you!"

When she looked up again, she saw Lu Changchuan tentatively holding the railing with both hands, and then slowly turned his head towards her direction. Ye Wan exclaimed, "Ah", "You, your eyes..."

Lu Changchuan said: "Although it was a misunderstanding, thank you anyway!"

"You're welcome, you're welcome..."

Ye Wan waved his hands repeatedly, tentatively waving in front of his eyes, and when he saw that he really couldn't see, he immediately looked regretful.

Such a handsome man is actually blind.

God really knows how to play tricks on people.

"Well, your eyesight is not good, why are you here alone?"

Ye Wan looked around, "Where are your family members? Who came with you?"

"…I came here by myself. I was walking and walking, and I ended up here."

Lu Changchuan held the railing and walked forward a few steps.

"Where do you live then? Do you need me to call 110 for you?"

"Need not……"

Lu Changchuan shook his head and pointed to Sicheng Hotel, but changed direction at the last moment, "I live over there."

Across the road from Sicheng Hotel is the hotel where Ye Wan has been staying for the past few days.

“I see…”

Ye Wan bit her lip and said, "How about I help you get off the overpass? Then, you can call your family to pick you up."

As he spoke, Ye Wan stepped forward and took Lu Changchuan's arm.

Having already received the warning look from their big boss, several bodyguards in the corner at the other end of the overpass shrank into the elevator as quietly as chickens, pretending that they had never existed.

Under the overpass, Rong Qian looked at his own Ninth Master who lied without blinking, and then at Ye Wan who believed in truth, goodness and beauty, and his face showed a thoughtful expression.

(End of this chapter)