There was a strong wind on the rooftop. Gu Yuheng knelt in the broken glass on the ground, his haute couture shirt dyed red with blood, and he cried and begged me not to jump. I looked at the man who had loved me for five years with compassion, but I clearly heard the sharp roar in his heart: "Jiang Nian, you must not die! If you fall to pieces, what will happen to Xueer's heart transplant!" I smiled, tore the organ donation form that he had tampered with into pieces, and threw it into the air. Amidst his desperate screams, I fell backwards into the abyss. Everything starts from that rainy night when there was a series of car accidents.
