A Zhan seemed to have jumped from the ninth floor.
Seven years ago, when he was standing on the window sill on the sixth floor of the key middle school in our hometown, a girl named Xiaoling pulled him with all her strength. So until today, he finally got what he wanted.
His fall is quite fascinating. Clean, decisive, even heroic, falling quickly like a bird with broken wings without saying a word. In the darkness between heaven and earth, he stood out like the only white snowflake. This was our long-held hope, and it turned out to be true.
I stood not far away, helpless, watching him turn into a frightening and charming red flower. My eyes felt like they were pinned, and they hurt, but I couldn't move.
My bride was trembling in my arms, but apart from my own bone-chilling coldness, I couldn't feel her body temperature.
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