Between the two terraces, there was a gap of about one meter, a perilous drop beyond which lay a lawn planted in the dirt and a circle of blooming thorn roses at the corner of the wall.
This was the third floor, the third floor of a European-style castle, which stood taller than that of modern buildings.
If one were to fall from here...
The woman stood barefoot on the railings of the white carved Roman columns, her long, dark, slightly curled hair and the skirt of her pink chiffon nightgown, fluttering in the evening breeze, making her seem as if she was about to topple over or, as if she might take flight under the moon with a celestial grace.
Gong Yeyan's face suddenly turned cold, and he rose swiftly to his feet, striding forwards to haul the reckless yet brave girl—
Over in one pull!
Although his actions appeared rough, Ming Ge could feel that he was actually being careful.
