The winds were cold and chilly. It felt like they were scratching her cheeks as she plummeted.
Through the raging winds, Song Qingchun felt like someone was calling her name. The voice was familiar. She forced her eyes open with and turned her head around to look up.
She could see someone had poked his upper body out from the edge of the rooftop. Before she could see who it was, the man had moved back from the edge.
Song Qingchun blinked several times and glanced at the empty edge of the rooftop. The feeling of despair washed over her once more. She was about to close her eyes to prepare for eternal sleep when she saw someone jumped from the edge of the rooftop…
The image would probably be seared forever into Song Qingchun's mind. Song Qingchun thought that she was hallucinating. She peeled her eyes open as wide as possible, and she could see a black shadow hurtling toward the ground toward her.
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