Terminal Illness Little Sun × The Iceberg of Depression "Cold on the Outside and Hot on the Inside"
We met on the rooftop
When I'm about to pass the nineteenth floor and end my life
He was holding a stack of medical records in his hand
The wind on the rooftop blew his hair into a mess.
He gave me a puzzled face
"Sorry to bother you"
Then he bent down and laid out the cases one by one on the ground.
The strong wind did not move the cases
He looked up at me
We looked at each other for a long time
He suddenly smiled at me
"If you don't want to dance, just come and bask in the sun with me."
I didn't respond. I just stood by the guardrail in shock.
Wow——
There was the sound of wind blowing paper behind me
Countless cases have been reported everywhere
I looked back and saw those eyes staring at me
Before I could react
A pair of cold hands wrapped around my waist, making me fall backwards
he saved me
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Intention: To be completed
