Chapter 80: Chapter 080: Bai Chuwei, Save Me!!
The car doors were locked tight, there had been no sound of them opening…
The driver was stunned for a full minute before letting out a piercing scream, “There’s a ghost!!!” ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novelFirｅ.net
The wind on the rooftop howled fiercely, tossing the young boy’s wispy bangs into disarray.
Duan Xingye climbed uncontrollably onto the edge of the roof, looking down at the bustling traffic and hurrying pedestrians below, like tiny ants on the move.
Falling down would surely result in a shattered body.
His legs shook and shivered wildly, cold sweat had drenched his clothes as if he had been fished out of water.
Thinking of Bai Chuwei’s warnings over and over, Duan Xingye’s voice was tinged with a hint of crying, “Help me!”
“Bai Chuwei, save me!!”
The only response was the rooftop’s cold wind.
Duan Xingye faintly heard the sound of an elevator door opening, but as he took a step forward, the hope that had just risen within him shattered completely.
He stepped out, finding nothing but air beneath his feet!
At that very moment, a faint scent of fragrance rushed towards him, and Bai Chuwei suddenly appeared, as if she stepped on a myriad of starlight, and in that moment Duan Xingye thought he saw a god.
“Hey, you unlucky child.”
The girl fell from the rooftop edge with him.
“Duan Xingye! Bai Chuwei!”
A familiar, anxious roar came from behind.
Duan Feihan burst out from the elevator, and in the instant he stepped in, he saw Bai Chuwei and Duan Xingye falling from the rooftop, one after the other.
Above the rooftop, only the wind remained.
Beyond that, a dead silence.
Duan Feihan rushed to the edge of the rooftop, his palms’ veins standing out as he gripped the railing tight, looking down. Below, a crowd of onlookers had gathered, their details blurred to him, and his blood ran cold in an instant.
One was his nephew, the other was his…
He had watched them both fall.
Once again in his life, he experienced such an event, the overwhelming fear of his youth resurfacing, surging forth.
Back then, his mother had also jumped from a window.
That day, he had lost a family member.
Today, his nephew and Bai Chuwei had jumped from the rooftop…
Duan Feihan’s face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.
“Chuwei… Xingye…” Duan Feihan murmured their names and turned to run toward the elevator, frantically pressing the buttons.
When the elevator didn’t arrive, Duan Feihan cursed quietly, turned, and rushed toward the fire escape, his long legs rapidly descending—
“I’m dead, I’m dead.”
Duan Xingye had wanted to try bungee jumping before, but not anymore—he had experienced the sensation of weightlessness as the floors of high-rises flashed rapidly by beneath him, quickly approaching the ground and imminent shattering.
Bai Chuwei, carrying him, rolled a few times on the ground, as if landing on a layer of soft feathers.
Bai Chuwei looked at Duan Xingye lying at the bottom of the building, muttering that he was about to die, and it pained her ears.
Rubbing her ears, her face full of distaste, she kicked him, “Do you want me to let you really experience death?”
Bai Chuwei’s voice—were they both in hell together?
Bystanders gathered around, pointing and murmuring in surprise.
“Did these two commit a double suicide?”
“Did they just jump off the building? They look like students, right?”
“Where is the security? What exactly happened?”
More and more people gathered at the entrance of the office building.
A dark figure dashed out of the building, fast as an arrow released from its bow.
The man, with a grim, ashen face, came running out and on spotting the white figure standing among the crowd, he stretched out a long arm to enfold the girl tightly in his embrace, his arms burning hot as if brandishing iron.