Yang Fei followed Chen Ke from a distance, worried she might do something drastic.
One in front and one behind, they crossed the bustling streets, passing through the surging crowds.
Eventually, Chen Ke stepped onto the railway tracks.
She crouched down on the tracks, hands covering her face, her back heaving silently as she cried.
Yang Fei's heart, as if clawed by a cat's paw, took on a sour twist despite his usually carefree nature.
He had no intention of hurting Chen Ke.
But seeing her cry so heartbreakingly, Yang Fei suddenly felt some self-reproach.
Had his actions been too much of a bastard?
Suddenly, the ground shook.
Not far away, a train thundered past.
Chen Ke, startled, lifted her head to watch the approaching train.
The girl remained motionless, seemingly slow to react, or perhaps unwilling to live.
Yang Fei clenched his fists and finally, unable to bear it, charged forward.
He grabbed Chen Ke by the waist but did not pull her off the tracks.
