Feather's snow-white dress flutters in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth, Lingzi subconsciously straightened her long hair that was blown by the wind. The 10th floor was not high for Beijing, a metropolis with many tall buildings, but this height was enough to crush Lingzi to pieces. Lingzi lowered his eyes and saw the bustling crowd at his feet. No one noticed her on the top floor. As long as she was on the top floor. Take one more small step forward, just one small step, and everything will be over. Ten years of obsession, ten years of torture, can be over. Tears rolled down Lingzi's cheeks drop by drop. This may be the last time Lingzi cried. There should be no more tears in heaven, right?