"Wu Xi!!!" His voice was neither loud nor quiet, with a little tenderness and reluctance.
Wu Xi looked back at him and just smiled at him, a smile that kept him immersed in it for many years.
There was a police cordon around him, and many reporters outside the cordon. The police were negotiating with Wu Xi, but they didn't know that he had already made up his mind, and he stood there without jumping, just for him, to take a look at him.
"I will take good care of her. I promise you that I will never marry again in this life. I will make her very happy. I will also tell her that she has a very good mother." The woman Lin Xingcheng mentioned was undoubtedly their daughter, Lin Wuxi.
But this sentence left the police in disbelief. This sentence reassured her rather than dissuaded her.
"Let her go. She has been holding on for several years and she is very tired." Lin Xingcheng turned to the police and said.
Lin Xingcheng turned his back. She rarely shed tears, but he cried for her several times. Wu Xi took a step forward and fell into the river.
The moment she jumped off, Lin Xingcheng burst into tears. He cried heartbreakingly. At this time, he was the only one left on the bridge.
Intention: torture, torture, torture
