Gale-force winds howled across the rooftop, whipping Ye Feng's clothes into a violent frenzy. He stood on the very edge of the thirtieth-floor high-rise, looking down at the pedestrians and vehicles below, which looked no larger than ants.
"The wind up here really is something else." Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, feeling the stinging lash of the gale against his face.
He glanced back at Luna behind him. The Witch was carefully cradling two cups of milk tea: a pink strawberry milk foam in her left hand, and a dark brown pearl milk tea in her right. The fierce wind tossed her red hair into a chaotic dance, yet miraculously, not a single drop of milk tea spilled.
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