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    Wesley was very distracted as he drove on the road.


    When he reached the bridge over the sea, he stopped the car. He got out of the car and walked onto the bridge, looking out into the vast sea, and sighed.


    He shut his eyes, looking pained.


    He knew he deserved everything that happened, but he still felt immense pain. If only everything could start over.


    "Sir, what are you doing?"


    A voice sounded from behind him.


    He turned around; he saw a youngd standing behind him, looking anxious.


    Wesley furrowed his brows.


    Before he could speak, the young man suddenly ran over and said, "Sir, don''t do anything foolish! You can always talk things through, or you can share it with me. It''s very dangerous here. Don''t stay here, alright?"


    At the sight of the anxious look on the youngd''s face, Wesley knew thetter thought he wanted to take his own life.


    "It''s not what you think it is. I just need some time alone to calm down."


    "Really?" The young man walked to the sidewalk and stood next to Wesley. "Sir, what happened to you? You frightened me. I thought you were going to jump. Many people have done so on this bridge. I often wonder what made them lose all hope. There''s always hope in life, so why can''t they get past the hurdle?"


    Wesley surveyed the young man from head to toe. "You must still be very young."


    "I''m neen."


    "Neen." Wesley nodded with a smile. "What a high-spiritedd you are! You still have a long way to go in life. It''s great that you can face it all with optimism. But people who have jumped down from here couldn''t get past what they were facing, and it''s not something we can me them for. Who hasn''t suffered? Some people simply can''t take it any longer and want to end it all."


    "Sir," the young man said with a look of doubt. What exactly happened? You drive an expensive car and are dressed so well. What could make you depressed? You can talk to me about it."


    Even a young stranger was worried about him; on the other hand, his son was making him divorce his mother. Wesley chuckled inwardly.


    His eyes suddenly turned red, as if he was about to cry. For some reason, he felt mncholic as he looked at the young man before him. "Sir, don''t cry."


    The young man pulled out a napkin


    from his pocket. At the same time, a


    wallet dropped out. However, he


    didn''t realize it and went ahead


    giving the napkin to Wesley.


    "Sir, take this. I think something went into your eyes."


    He was clearly trying to lessen the embarrassment for Wesley.


    Wesley took the napkin. "Thanks, young man. What''s your name?"


    "I''m Yerick Zeller," he said with a smile. "What about you?"


    "I''m Wesley. Wesley Spencer."


    "Hello, Mr. Spencer," Yerick greeted him politely. "Mr. Spencer, don''t stay here, it''s too windy. You''re not allowed to park here, either. Won''t be good if the traffic policee by."


    Wesley nodded. "Alright, I''ll leave now. Thank you."


    A napkin was sufficient tofort his broken heart. At the very least, a stranger was there to show him concern at his most painful moment.


    Yerick was about to turn and leave when Wesley found a wallet on the ground. He immediately picked it up.


    "Young man, you dropped your wallet."This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    Yerick heard his voice and turned around to see his wallet in Wesley''s hands. He approached Wesley and took it back.