The wind howled past his ears as his body plummeted rapidly, while five cars flew over his head, one after another falling into the Thames River.
Splish splash, countless splashes erupted.
Leng Youchen's body fell, beneath him surged the tumultuous Thames River. If he fell into it, there was little hope for survival. In that critical moment, he saw a stone pillar on the shore less than a meter away.
He used all his strength to reach out and grab the pillar.
At such a falling speed, it was originally impossible to hold on to the pillar, but human strength has no limit. He recalled Wei Anning's sorrowful voice in the recording pen.
If he died, what was the point of me living?
So he couldn't die, absolutely couldn't die, couldn't leave her alone in this lonely world with grief. He could no longer be someone who abandons her; otherwise, he wouldn't forgive himself.
Luckily, he held on.
