XU MINGXIA hoisted herself up on top of the cement railing. She easily balanced on its flat surface and glanced down at the bottom. The water was rough and the light from the moon reflected off of it. It was beautiful.
If it weren't for Xukun, Mingxia wouldn't have lasted the spring. She would've jumped off months ago, but she was lucky she hadn't stopped calling Junjie's old number. She had met Xukun.
"Xukun," Mingxia whispered, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry."
She stuck her foot out and before she knew it. She was falling, her name was bursting through the air.