On the rooftop, the wind roared like an enraged beast, whipping the clothes of those present and tossing their hair into tangled disarray.
Yang Xiaohua stood at the very edge of the roof, teetering on the brink. Every second felt as though she were walking a tightrope between life and death. Her heart-wrenching cries were shredded by the gale, yet they pierced straight into everyone's hearts, causing them visceral pain.
Wang Jianguo was burning with anxiety. His eyes were locked onto Yang Xiaohua, his mind racing as he desperately sought a way to save her in this split-second crisis. Suddenly, he leaned slightly toward Zhao Shuzhuo and whispered urgently, loud enough for only the two of them to hear:
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