The ghostly mist that Su Nian had hit dissipated in the air before coalescing once more.
It seemed to be searching for what had hurt it.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu slowly raised his head, this time facing the camera directly.
His face remained weak and weary, but his eyes lit up when he saw the illusory, ethereal figure before him.
"I know Rourou is dead. My parents are gone too. I also know I was born with a fortunate destiny, and the only reason I've ended up like this is because someone has been scheming against me in the shadows. But I don't care. All I want right now is to hold Rourou's hand."
After speaking, he set down his phone, walked resolutely to the edge of the roof, and jumped without hesitation.
A sickening crunch echoed up from the ground far below.
The viewers in the livestream were dumbfounded.
A life, so full of vitality, had just vanished right before their very eyes.
