She returned to her room and went to the balcony to check the balcony next door; the gap between them was about seventy to eighty centimeters, which she figured she could manage.
Sang Qian moved a chair to the balcony, stood on it, and easily climbed onto the balcony railing.
The balcony railing, made of cement with ornate carvings, was about twenty centimeters wide.
She looked down; although it was only the second floor and not very high, her heart still raced uncontrollably while standing on the narrow railing.
She redirected her gaze, adjusted her breathing, and once her heartbeat had calmed somewhat, she steadied herself with a hand on the wall, adjusted her footing and center of gravity, tested standing on one foot—it was stable—exhaled, and stepped over, landing firmly on the neighboring balcony's railing.
She faced the wall, her hands supporting her on the wall, her legs straddling and standing on the railings of both balconies.
