The signature is printed neatly in type.

The suicide note was written to An Jincheng.

Brother Jincheng:

I'm sorry, I chose this path in the end. Forgive me for not being strong enough. Even with you by my side, my wounded heart still can't heal. Living is too painful and I really can't bear it.

I owe you so much in this life. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely be by your side.

Brother Jincheng, you have forgotten me.

Again, sorry.

He Jiayin.

After Mu Zechuan finished reading, his whole body began to tremble.

"This was not written by He Jiayin!" He crumpled the "suicide note" into a ball and threw it to the ground.

The policeman quickly picked it up and smoothed it, looking at Mu Zechuan in embarrassment: "Mr. Mu, I understand your mood..."

Understand? How could he understand?

He Jiayin's "suicide note" was written to An Jincheng! He didn't even mention a word about him, Mu Zechuan!

He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't be angry.

"He Jiayin will not die, you must find her immediately! Otherwise I will demolish this place!"

After saying that, Mu Zechuan stood up. He couldn't just count on the police, he had to send people to find him himself.

The injury on his body has not healed yet. When he went out, he even forgot to take the crutches. Now he was dragging his injured leg out the door. It hurt, but he didn't care.

Before I walked out, I saw An Jincheng coming from the opposite side.

Mu Zechuan stood at the door, blocking the passage.

An Jincheng also stood firm.

The two of them felt a bit like enemies meeting each other.

"Get out of the way." An Jincheng looked at Mu Zechuan coldly.

When he received the call from the police, he felt like he had fallen into hell.

Jiayin is dead? committed suicide?

All because of Mu Zechuan!

It’s all because of the man in front of me!

An Jincheng clenched his fist, but he did not swing it.

He didn't come here to fight this half-crippled man.

The police said that He Jiayin wrote him a letter.

He knew that it was a "suicide note", the last thing left by the good news, and it was for him.

This was enough for him to defeat Mu Zechuan.

At the last moment, Jiayin was thinking of him.

He pushed Mu Zechuan away and walked into the office.

"Where's the letter?" An Jincheng couldn't say the words "suicide note" because he knew that saying these two words would be equivalent to admitting that Jiayin was dead, and he didn't want to admit it.

The policeman handed the piece of paper that Mu Zechuan had just crumpled into a ball and then smoothed to An Jincheng.

As soon as An Jincheng saw it, he knew who had done the good deed.

He glanced at Mu Zechuan hatefully, and then turned his attention to the letter paper.

It was only a few words long, but it seemed like it took him a century to read it.

Heartache, sadness, sadness, and finally a little bit of relief.

He knew he shouldn't be so happy, but in the end, Jiayin still thought of him, not Mu Zechuan.

He carefully folded the letter and put it in his arms, close to his chest.

An Jincheng turned around and left, only to find Mu Zechuan still standing at the door, looking at him angrily.

"Get out of the way!" An Jincheng didn't want to touch Mu Zechuan again.

"An Jincheng, if there is really something wrong with He Jiayin, I want you to be buried with him!" Mu Zechuan said fiercely.

It's all An Jincheng's fault. If he wasn't with An Jincheng, if He Jiayin was with him, he would definitely guard her at all times and not allow her to do anything stupid!

"Mu Zechuan, I will return this sentence to you intact!" An Jincheng became even more angry.

Something happened to He Jiayin, and he was about to blame himself to death, but he would rather die in He Jiayin's place.

However, when he saw Mu Zechuan at this moment, he was only angry!

It was all because of this man that Jiayin chose the path of death.

If Mu Zechuan hadn't injured He Jiayin completely, how could she commit suicide?

He will not let Mu Zechuan go, he will never let Mu Zechuan go!

But he didn't bother to take action against Mu Zechuan.

The two people just stared at each other.

I don't know how long I stared at him, but a voice sounded from the side.

"Kawako." Lin Yixiang came.

Lin Yixiang couldn't help but feel funny when he saw Mu Zechuan and An Jincheng staring at each other inexplicably.

But he held it back. If he laughed now, the two sworn men would probably join forces to kill him.

He walked up to Mu Zechuan and patted his old friend on the shoulder with a sad face: "Kuanzi, let's go. I have already mobilized the armed police force to help with the search. Don't waste time here."

Mu Zechuan then left with Lin Yixiang.

Lin Yixiang looked at his limping back and wanted to step forward to support him.

Mu Zechuan threw away his arm and said, "Xiangzi, leave me alone." He would rather the wound burst and bled to death, so that his heart wouldn't hurt so much.

He didn't know whether He Jiayin would still be alive.

It had been more than twenty hours, and he knew that there was almost no hope of living.

However, he couldn't think about that.

If what was salvaged was her cold body, would he have the courage to face it?

"Kawako..." Lin Yixiang's heart was shaken. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and followed Mu Zechuan silently.

Time passed little by little, one hour, three hours, one day.

Ten teams composed of police and armed police searched the upper and middle reaches of the Nanchuan River for a whole day, but found nothing.

The sun was setting. Although Mu Zechuan insisted on continuing the search, the people were already exhausted and had no choice but to withdraw the team and continue searching downstream tomorrow.

Everyone knows in their hearts that there is no hope.

There is no hope of survival anymore.

Mu Zechuan was the only one unwilling to admit this.

If Lin Yixiang hadn't forcibly taken him back to the hospital, he would have jumped into the river to find it on his own.

Everyone in the Mu family is in the hospital.

The search brigade on the Nanchuan River had long been known to the whole city, and major media outlets rushed to report that He Jiayin committed suicide by throwing herself into the river.

Mrs. Mu and Feng Rui rushed to the hospital immediately after Mu Zebing found out. They were afraid that Mu Zechuan would be upset after finding out. Furthermore, Mrs. Mu and Mu Zebing were also worried about He Jiayin.

Unexpectedly, Mu Zechuan was not in the hospital.

Feng Rui kept complaining: "He's covered in injuries, where did he go?"

Mrs. Mu thought of the dangers of He Jiayin jumping into the river, so she no longer worried about Mu Zechuan's injuries and just cried silently in sadness.

Mu Zebing was also extremely sad.

The three of them waited for a long time before they saw Lin Yixiang returning with Mu Zechuan.

Feng Rui hurriedly caught up: "Son, how are you? The injury on your body is not healed yet, why are you running around?"

Mu Zechuan ignored her and fell directly on the hospital bed.

"Zekawa, you can't run around anymore. From now on, you are not allowed to go anywhere, or I will find someone to watch you..."

"Why are you talking about this?" Mrs. Mu stood up, glared at Feng Rui, and then walked to Mu Zechuan's bedside: "Boy, get up and tell me how Jiayin is doing?"
Chapter completed!