Ji Xingtang covered his face the whole time, and when he wiped his palm across it, it seemed like there was blood.
Sheng Youxia hurried to the edge of the cliff, leaned out, and saw Fu Shilv hanging there. The branches and leaves were thick, and for the moment, he couldn't fall.
She quickly stretched out her hand, pulling him up together with Ji Xingtang.
Fu Shilv bent down and dusted off his clothes, while Ji Xingtang squatted on the ground, his hands buried in his hair, looking completely like someone in the throes of post-breakup despair.
"Are you okay?" Sheng Youxia asked.
Fu Shilv's palms were scraped a bit, but it wasn't serious. He shook his head.
"She clearly said she loved only me and even wanted to have my child. How did it come to this..."
"If you haven't caused enough of a scene, I'll take you to confront her right now."
Ji Xingtang, hearing this, suddenly stood up from the ground and strode toward his car.