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Today is February 3rd, which is Liu Xiahe's birthday and Xia Youjie's birthday.
Liu Xiahe is now on the rooftop of a high-rise building.
It was at least fifty meters high here, and she spent a lot of time sneaking in without anyone noticing her.
Liu Xiahe used his last courage to lock the only door leading to the rooftop, and then climbed over the protective fence to prevent others from falling.
It is now 17:48 in the afternoon, and the sun has almost set below the distant horizon.
There are still many people who haven't gotten off work yet, but she can't wait any longer.
This world is so weird, all the humans here are crazy.
Living here is too painful, with boulders pressing on her lungs every minute and needles stimulating her brain every moment.
"Xia Youjie"... The name of the man who killed everyone here has become those people's 'god', 'husband', and 'wife'...
When she mentioned this name, her eyes were filled with blood, and there were corpses of people she was familiar with.
She couldn't stand these twisted people and the world anymore.
The warm wind passed through her side, lifting her short hair.
She jumped and left this world.
Intention: A birthday gift for Xia Youjie