Bo Junyi’s shirt was already soaked through with cold sweat. The moment the elevator stopped at the top floor, he practically lunged at the safety door, throwing it open.
A damp wind carrying rain lashed at his face. The sight of a figure swaying beyond the distant guardrail made his breath hitch.
Chu Wanning’s thin white dress fluttered violently in the wind. One of her feet was already poised over the edge, her toes hovering precariously over the thirty-story drop.
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