On the roof of the twentieth floor, a boy with white hair and red eyes was facing away. He slowly fell down with his arms outstretched, his red eyes filled with death.
When it was about to hit the ground, the boy with white hair and red eyes emitted white light that could be seen with the naked eye, surrounding him. However, a pit appeared on the ground until the boy with white hair and red eyes landed on his back unscathed.
The boy with white hair and red eyes was unwilling to pick up the sharp stone next to him with both hands. He raised his head slightly and pointed the sharp point of the stone towards his neck. He stabbed it hard. The next moment, the stone shattered and turned into powder and scattered everywhere.
"Bastard!" The boy with white hair and red eyes roared, from loud to small until there was no sound, and a tear flowed from his eyes.
Purpose: life