"Seven, six, five..." The object with a cold light was already pressed against the little woman's temple.
Han, please, don't hurt yourself for me, otherwise my heart will hurt more than yours! Mu Yiman looked at her with tears, and she knew that he could understand the message in her eyes.
"Four, three..." Mo Yichen's finger had slowly curled up and was about to pull the trigger.
"two……"
"Stop, I promise you, I'll jump!" Qian Zihan finally made his decision. As a man, he has the responsibility and obligation to protect his woman. He would rather die than watch Xiaoman disappear into his
In front of me, because that feeling is worse than death.
"Very good!" Mo Yichen was slightly shocked, then quickly regained his composure, and slowly put down the gun in his hand.
"Xiaoman, you have to take good care of yourself after I'm gone!" Qian Zihan looked at the tearful little woman with a forced smile, "I'm sorry, I...can't protect you anymore!"
Han, how can you be so stupid? Please don’t do this. You said losing me would be more painful than death, but I am not the same. I would rather die with you, let us die together!
"Xiao Man, I owe you a lot in this life. If there is an afterlife, I hope to meet you again and be with you to make up for what I owe you in this life!" His handsome face has an unworldly look.
Pale, between life and death and love, he decisively chose the latter. He would rather die for the woman he loved.
No, don't, if you die, what's the point of my life? Mu Yiman shook her head crazily...
"Xiaoman, I'm really sorry. I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill my promise to you. After the baby is born, you should live a happy life and forget about me!" Tears of despair fell from the corners of his eyes, as strong and weak as Qian Zihan,
Tears will actually be shed at this time. These are tears of guilt, tears of affection, and tears that a person sheds resolutely when facing death.
With every word he said, he took a step closer to the edge of the cliff. After saying the last sentence, he was already standing on the edge of the cliff. The abyss below was bottomless. If he fell, he would be broken into pieces and there would be almost no chance of survival.
The possibility of...
Han, don't, don't! Mu Yiman opened her eyes wide in horror, her heart almost in her throat.
"If you want to jump, jump quickly and don't be wordy, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't regret my plan to go to hell with her and become a ghost couple!" Mo Yichen interrupted the two people's affectionate conversation with a cold face, which made
He felt that he was really the outsider, and he felt very unhappy.
"Xiaoman, I'm sorry..." Turning back to look at her deeply for the last time, Qian Zihan closed his eyes decisively and jumped down, and his tall and slender figure just disappeared into the clouds.
"No..." A painful scream resounded through the sky. At some point, Mu Yiman broke free from the rope that tied her hands. Regardless of the fact that her white and tender wrists were bruised and dripping with blood, all she could see was the disappearing figure.
, tearing pain surged into her heart, and she subconsciously rushed towards the edge of the cliff. She wanted to find Han!
"Xiao Man, come back here! He is dead, you are mine!" Mo Yichen pulled her back, ignoring her thrashing and struggling.
Mu Yiman kept punching and kicking him, hoping that this would make him let go of her, but obviously, all this was in vain, "Mo Yichen, I hate you!" Her eyes had turned cold, and her brain and
The pain in her chest made her almost unable to breathe!
"Ah..." The mournful screams echoed in the valley. Mu Yiman felt like she had a splitting headache. Because of the strong stimulation, her eyes were bloodshot. Finally, she couldn't hold on anymore and fainted.