The last kiss at the cliff's edge

Gu Tingchen had never been properly loved since he was little. His parents split up early, and the brothers around him stabbed him in the back, so the thing called "trust" never grew in his bones. Later, when he met Jiang Wantang, he loved like a drowning man clutching driftwood—so tightly that he ended up strangling what little affection there was. A few months after the breakup, Jiang Wantang had already moved on, someone new by her side, living a calm and steady life. But Gu Tingchen couldn't swallow that bitterness. With a stack of old IOUs in his pocket, he showed up at her door, half-coercing, half-pleading, and dragged her into his black sedan. The car stopped at the edge of a seaside cliff, engine still running, the salty stench of sea wind filling the car. The seat belt cut painfully into Jiang Wantang, and all she could hear was Gu Ting...