In winter, the bright sunshine could not warm her heart. The light was not strong, but it stung her red and swollen eyes.

On the balcony on the top floor of Chenshi International Hotel.

Yang Ruoyan stood on the only protruding step outside the fence, holding the railing with his backhand and standing facing the wind.

The thin dress was blown up by the ruthless winter wind, revealing her almost perfect thigh curves. She was not wearing any pantyhose, she was just standing so naked, without even wearing shoes.

The messy hair fluttered in the wind, leaving behind a lonely and lonely figure, which seemed to express her despair in preparing to leave the world.

The biting cold wind was nothing compared to the coldness in her heart. Her heart had fallen to the bottom of the valley, frozen in thousands of years of ice that would never melt. It was bone-chilling.

In less than 10 hours, she experienced the beauty of ascending to heaven, only to fall into the torment of eighteen levels of hell a few hours later.

The ups and downs of life, the joys and sorrows, are countless and unclear. They come easily and go faster.

"If life is just like the first time we met, we will miss it in another lifetime and forget it in lifetime, it is better not to see you again."

She sighed with emotion about life, sniffing her unconscious nose that was blown red by the cold wind, and shed tears like rain.

Looking down at my feet, more than 30 stories above the ground, vehicles welcoming brides drove into the hotel, and there was a bustling crowd standing outside the hotel door.

She couldn't hear what they were saying, and she couldn't see clearly who they were. She could only see heads as black as ants, congratulatory banners with large characters hanging everywhere, and numerous figures hidden under piles of hydrogen balloons.

, each balloon should be filled with blessings.

Her boyfriend is getting married and the bride is not her. This is a bloody plot. In her novels, similar situations have appeared many times. Finally, the sentence comes true. People who write books often write about their own experiences.

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But she is an internet writer who has never been a prophet, and her books are not very popular, but the scenes are playing before her eyes like a movie.

"Hey, let me tell you, you're a disheveled girl. You've been standing there for a long time. Don't you feel cold? Why don't you just jump down if you can't think about it? You've been standing there for almost an hour and I'm tired of looking at it.

Already."

The man who had been standing behind her for a long time already had a headache when he saw the figure in front of him crying and reciting poetry. What could be so overwhelming that he wanted to jump off the building?

Wanting to die but not wanting to die, he stood and blew in the wind. He finally couldn't help but remind her what the purpose of standing here was, so that she could die as soon as possible so as not to hinder his ability to see the scenery.

Yang Ruoyan glanced back dullly, with nothing but a hurt expression on his face. He looked a little demented, like a lunatic who ran away from a mental hospital.

The man who jumped into his eyes looked like he was about 23 or 24 years old. He had short yellow hair styled with gel water, a handsome face that could charm thousands of girls, and a flawless white suit.

He looked like a handsome Korean man in a suit, but he couldn't attract her attention.

She didn't say anything and turned her head back silently, still looking at the crowds and vehicles under her feet that had been shrunk by n lenses.

The wedding car had already driven into the hotel entrance. The groom in the back seat got out of the car first, walked around to the car door on the other side, opened the car door very gentlemanly, and took out the bride in a white wedding dress.
Chapter completed!