Chapter 080: Bai Chuwei, Help!!
The car door was locked tight, and there hadn’t been any sound of it opening just now…
The driver stared blankly for a whole minute before letting out a piercing scream: “This is haunted!!!”
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The wind on the rooftop whistled, ruffling the boy’s hair into disarray.
Du Xingye climbed uncontrollably to the rooftop entrance. Looking down, he saw the busy traffic below the office building, and the hurried pedestrians seemed like tiny ants scurrying about.
If he fell, he would surely be shattered to pieces.
His legs trembled violently, and cold sweat soaked his clothes as if he had just been pulled out of water.
Du Xingye remembered Bai Chuwei’s repeated warnings, his voice now tinged with tears: “Help! Somebody help me!”
“Bai Chuwei, help me!!”
Only the chilly wind on the rooftop answered him.
He vaguely heard the sound of an elevator opening, and hope began to rise in him—only to be utterly crushed the moment he stepped forward.
He took a step, and his feet found nothing beneath them!
At that exact moment, a faint fragrant scent washed over him, and Bai Chuwei suddenly appeared, as if she strode forth upon a thousand stars. In that instant, Du Xingye thought he had seen a deity.
“Oh, you unlucky child.”
The girl fell with him, both plunging from the rooftop entrance.
“Du Xingye! Bai Chuwei!”
A familiar, anxious shout echoed from behind.
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Du Feihan burst out of the elevator. In the instant he stepped out, he saw Bai Chuwei and Du Xingye, one after the other, falling together from the rooftop.
Above, only the sound of the wind remained.
Aside from that, there was nothing but dead silence.
Du Feihan dashed madly to the rooftop’s edge, his hands gripping the railing with veins bulging, peering downward. Gathered below were clusters of onlookers, but he couldn’t make out anything clearly. All the blood in his body seemed to freeze.
Du Xingye…
Bai Chuwei…
One was his nephew, the other was…
He had witnessed both fall with his own eyes.
He was forced to relive a trauma he thought long buried—terror from his childhood surged back, overwhelming him.
All those years ago, his mother had also leapt out of a window.
After that day, he lost a loved one.
Today, his nephew and Bai Chuwei had jumped from the rooftop…
Du Feihan’s face was ghostly pale, drained of all color.
“Chuwei… Xingye…” Du Feihan murmured their names, spinning around to dash frantically toward the elevator, pounding the buttons in desperation.
The elevator wouldn’t come. Du Feihan swore under his breath, turned, and sprinted for the fire stairs, his long legs moving like machinery as he raced downward—
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“I’m dead, I’m dead.”
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Du Xingye had always wanted to go bungee jumping, but now he didn’t have to—he had experienced the feeling of weightlessness. The floors flashed by beneath him at dizzying speed, and he watched as the ground drew ever closer, certain he was about to be smashed to pieces.
Bai Chuwei rolled with him on the ground several times, as if they had landed upon a cushion of feathers, soft and gentle.
Her ears hurt from his incessant cries, so Bai Chuwei glanced at Du Xingye sprawled at the base of the office building, muttering ceaselessly about dying.
Bai Chuwei rubbed her ears, a look of disdain covering her face, and kicked him: “Do you want me to let you really die?”
Du Xingye: “?”
Was Bai Chuwei’s voice… had they gone to hell together?
A crowd began to gather around them, pointing and whispering, their gazes filled with wonder.
“Are these two lovers dying together?”
“Did they just jump off the building? They look like students, don’t they?”
“Where’s security? What’s going on?”
“……”
At the entrance of the office building, the crowd was growing larger.
A figure in black dashed out of the building, swift as an arrow released from its bow.
The man’s handsome face was drawn and ashen as he ran out. He spotted the white figure standing among the crowd, and with a long stride, he wrapped the girl tightly in his arms, his embrace burning hot like a branding iron.
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