The sky was dark, as if covered by a dense layer of clouds. It was a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.
Countless white flowers blanketed the ground, their color pale and filled with the aura of death—as if they were offerings in front of tombstones.
Lin Fei had never seen a place so desolate yet so beautiful. The sky was a monochrome black and white, while the ground below was covered with ghostly white flowers.
"President!!"
A voice of panic suddenly rang in his ears.
Lin Fei jerked awake, standing bewildered on the edge of a rooftop, with one foot slowly stepping out. It seemed as if with the next step, he would fall into emptiness.
Looking down from the rooftop of a seven-story building, there seemed to be only darkness below.
The midnight breeze carried a trace of coolness, and a chill suddenly rose from the depths of his heart.
Retracting the foot he had stepped out, Lin Fei then realized that if he took one more step forward, he would have fallen without any defense.
