Her gaze slowly shifted.

Saw it - a flattened shared bike.

The tense heart suddenly relaxed.

The back was already wet.

A cool wind blew, and the little depression in my heart also drifted away, and my plain white fingertips were trembling.

"It's not a person, it's not a person, it's a bicycle. Shi Wei held the front of the car, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but raise his head and breathe.

Chi Xin: "That...... What about people?"

Shi Wei: "............"

The back of his head was suddenly a little cold.

That's right.

People—what?

On the viaduct, how can there be a bicycle inexplicably?

Or is it - rolled under the car?

There was suddenly such a guess in his mind, and Shi Wei's delicate and delicate little face turned white.

A few seconds later.

She lowered her head with heavy breathing, and was about to bend over.

***

"You ruined my sense of suicide ritual. ”

Suddenly a cold and indifferent voice came from the unknown direction, the tail note was low and mellow, mixed with a little sexy muteness, like an old wine, and there was a strange heat in the ears.

Very nice to hear.

Shi Wei: "......?"

Her thin black curls fluttered in the wind, and a few strands of hair obscured her vision, and she looked sideways in the direction where the voice came from.

Subconsciously take off the headphones.

On the side of the viaduct guardrail, a thin figure - sitting on the guardrail, the two legs wrapped in black trousers are thin and long, the lines are straight and good-looking, it is a man, he is still wearing a white trench coat, the collar is flying, the lights on the viaduct are as bright as day, the angle dictates, the upper body of the man is shrouded in dazzling white light, and the proud snow-white skin can be faintly seen, as well as the slightly long black hair.

Shi Wei: "........."

She narrowed her eyes, trying to see through the white light.

The man moved, as if he were about to fall under the bridge at any moment.

Shi Wei's eyes widened, and he was forced to run away with the man's lifeless action in an instant.

But in the next moment, the man jumped off the guardrail neatly, proud of his height, and still couldn't see his face clearly.

He seemed to have his head tilted, and his jawline was gilded with a light layer of shadow, beautiful and sharp.

"You've bothered me. ”

Shi Wei: "......?"

Disturbed - suicide?

Where did this deep well ice come from?

The man looked at the overly bright starry sky, and then, she clearly felt a very aggressive gaze fall on her.

It seems to be judging, pondering.

Shi Wei felt a strange dryness in his heart, I don't know if this rainy day was too dull, and his whole body was sticky and uncomfortable.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging in, "Do you—do you need help?"

She is not a nosy person, but this person has an amazing mouth, if she is really short-sighted, she can be regarded as the only contact, witness, and implication, is she wronged?

The man over there seemed to think for a moment.

He took another half step back, his elbows lazily supporting the guardrail, and his black hair was eye-catching.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the woman over there, under the dazzling street lamp, the wide white T on her body danced in the wind, outlining an overly skinny figure. A white face was pale and bloodless, obviously frightened.

He raised his hand and said in a dumb voice, "Come here." ”

Shi Wei: "........."

This person must really have something wrong with his brain.

She's gone, this person really jumped, she doesn't want to be black and red in the future.

After repeatedly doing psychological construction, Shi Wei clenched his fists, and the strong man walked towards the man in front of the guardrail as if he was dying.

The closer.

The outline of the man's face became clearer and clearer, until he fell into the abyssal black eyes.