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"I can't believe you're already eighteen, it felt like you were three just yesterday."
"Baba come on, please don't bring up things from the past, it's embarrassing."
"Like the time you pooped your pants during the trip to Beijing?"
"Baba!"

The two walked together around the area. They walked towards the bridge, but suddenly Minghao's head started to throb.

He shut his eyes tight and held his head as support before sitting down on the bench next to him.
"What's wrong Minghao?"
"It...it hurts."

The father pulled out his phone and dialled 120.
"Baba, it's okay, it'll be gone in a moment."
He put his phone away, "Are you sure son?"
Minghao nodded.
"Has this been happening often?" Minghao nodded, "when did this start?"
"Since I was sixteen."
"Two years, two years and you never told me. How is this okay?"

Minghao stayed silent as the two continued to walk to the bridge, the same bridge where the father murdered his daughter.

Minghao's head started throbbing again, it hurt a lot more than before.
"Aaaargh!"
"Son!" the father reached out to his son.

"Don't fucking touch me! Leave me alone you murderer!"

The father froze, "What did you just call me?"
"Four years ago, you brought me to this bridge remember? You were so heartless."

He was dumbfounded, "what?"
"You really are heartless aren't you, you threw me off the bridge and you don't even remember."

A/N

I don't know if you consider this a cliffhanger, but either way, I don't care. If you hate cliffhangers, go read a different story.

120 I believe is the emergency number in China, if it isn't please tell me, Imma fix it.

Lottie

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