“After that day, I broke up with Xing Zhaoping. But...”

It seemed like something difficult to say out loud, so I took over the conversation, “You're pregnant with his child.”

She lowered her head and said sullenly, “Yes. I thought about it for a week and finally decided to abort it.”

A tear fell to the ground. She was still just a child who hadn't yet stepped into society, but she was deceived by a so-called successful person. Moreover, that person understood her so well before; her heart must be tormented.

I patted her shoulder and comforted her, “The road ahead is still long. This isn't your fault. If genuinely liking someone is a mistake, how heartless must this world be.”

“That day, he took me to the hospital, as gentle and gentlemanly as when we first met. He even told me that abortion harms the body and urged me to reconsider; he said he could raise the child.”

“Wang Yu, I have to say something to you now.” Jiang Xiaoyu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, “I can't listen to this anymore. Don't be foolish. That scumbag would've had a child for free, with no loss, and you feel grateful, praising him for being so good.”

“In the future, stay away from such people. These bastards are all no good.”

In my heart, I silently cheered for him and echoed, “Listen to this guy, stay far away from people like him.”

“Yes, stay away.”

After Jiang Xiaoyu finished speaking, he realized something was off. He saw Wang Yu beside him blushing and chuckling, then turned back to look at me with a face full of grievance.

On the way back, I wanted to walk a bit by myself and let Jiang Xiaoyu drive my car back, but he stubbornly refused and insisted on accompanying me to feel the river breeze.

There were just some things I couldn't quite figure out.

“Sister, do you think there's a problem?”

The damp wind brought me to my senses a bit, and I sighed, “Things seem to be getting more complicated.”

“Although I knew from the start that this wouldn't end well, now... it's an indescribable feeling.”

“Sister, be careful.”

I heard Jiang Xiaoyu's anxious shout, and the next second, he pulled me into his arms. It felt strange.

“Who are you?” I heard Jiang Xiaoyu ask sternly.

I looked up and saw a person in a black raincoat standing where I had been, holding a roughly one-meter-long wooden stick, wearing a mask and a hat, their face unclear. The voice sounded muffled, “I'm here to tell Lawyer Zhao that some things are best left alone.”

After saying that, the person swung the stick towards us without care.

Jiang Xiaoyu could handle him easily, but with me as a burden, he pushed me aside and focused on dealing with the crazy person.

I fell onto the nearby pathway.

What more could I say? Jiang Xiaoyu took the hit for me. If it weren't for him today, I'd probably be in the hospital by now. I'll endure it.

When I got home, it was already 9 PM.

Lying in bed, I received a WeChat message from Jiang Xiaoyu, “Sister, my hand is hurt.” He sent a picture with a pitiful emoji.

What's with this kid, “I think you must have hurt your head. Tomorrow, sister will take you to the psychiatric department.”

Send!

Turn off the phone!

Sleep!

Lying in bed, my mind was filled with Wang Yu's words and Hao Mei's face, and who on earth that mysterious woman was.

Tossing and turning half the night, I finally fell asleep in a daze.

I had a very strange dream, in which a voice asked me, “Do you know how many innocent souls lie in this river?”