After the thunderstorm, the air was damp and muggy.
The evening breeze felt sticky against his skin.
Tao Zhiyan jogged along and spotted a man by the bridge over the river not far ahead, bracing himself against the railing as he struggled to stay upright.
Under the night sky, cars roared past, and orange-yellow streetlights stretched into the distance.
The man simply stared blankly at the river.
Was he going to jump?
Tao Zhiyan's heart raced.
No wonder Lin Yimu had died of depression after recovering his memories.
A ring that should have appeared at his wedding had become a gift for the anniversary of his lover's death. Who wouldn't be depressed by that?
"Seriously, not one of you makes life easy."
Gritting his teeth, Tao Zhiyan yanked off his bow tie and sprinted toward Gu Shengzhou as if he were running a hundred-meter dash!
This was supposed to be a perfectly good erotica novel. Why make it so melodramatic?
Who would want to read something this devastating?
"Mr. Gu!" Tao Zhiyan shouted as he ran. "Don't-don't do anything rash!"
"Mr. Lin will remember!" Tao Zhiyan said. "He'll remember you!"
Gu Shengzhou turned at his voice.
He saw Tao Zhiyan standing behind him, having arrived without him noticing.
The young man had run so hard that his hair was a complete mess. His chest heaved as he panted, his face filled with anxiety.
Gu Shengzhou hadn't expected Tao Zhiyan to come.
They barely knew each other, and he didn't understand why Tao Zhiyan cared so much about him.
Gu Shengzhou asked, "Are you this kindhearted to everyone?"
"Of course not," Tao Zhiyan replied.
"I just don't think this is how your story should end."
"Trust me," Tao Zhiyan said. "Just one year! Lin Yimu will remember."
Looking at the young