Upon seeing Chi Yu's figure vanish from sight, Zhao Meiru was so frightened that she abruptly sat down on the ground.
Her right hand trembled violently, her fingertips almost harboring Chi Yu's body temperature from their clothes. Suddenly realizing what she had done, she swiftly stood up, leaned over the balcony rail of the eighth floor, reaching out to grab Chi Yu. Yet, her fingertips could no longer touch the woman she had loathed for a lifetime.
After a loud "bang"--
Chi Yu had fallen onto the snowy ground, her back facing Zhao Meiru. The deep red blood spilling from her body, bloomed into dazzlingly red flowers on snow, instantly dying the pure snow a deep red...
Zhao Meiru's frightened scream almost tore the silent sky.
Cold wind blew towards her.
The smell of blood was heavy in the air, combined with Chi Yu's light scent that she always detected on Wen Guofeng recently...
Zhao Meiru trembled violently, fearfully moving backward.
Is she dead?
She is dead...
