Standing on the boundary between life and death, even the slightest rustling of grass was deadly.
Yan Xiaye didn't want to die; she tried to dodge the incoming cellphone, but due to her fear of heights, her entire body stiffened, making her an easy target. She could only watch as the phone traced a parabola in mid-air and struck her chest with precision.
In that instant, she involuntarily swayed and fell backward.
Throughout the process, she never turned around, her eyes calmly fixed on the drifting clouds in the sky, her retinas bathed in golden sunlight.
Since the ending was already destined, there was no need to look anymore.
They say those who fall to their death have terrifying death throes. Fortunately, this was the fourth floor, so there was a high chance her body would remain intact.
The sound of the wind rose by her ear, accompanied by the harsh screeching of brakes and another sound that couldn't be ignored.
