Her arm muscles were tense as she said to Lin Qiunan, "Hold on to me."
Lin Qiunan glanced downward, the fourteenth floor's height was dizzying, the strong wind swayed their bodies, and she felt light-headed, "Xu Fang, you need to let go."
The places where her fingers had chafed were healing quickly only to be worn open again. Zhou Xufang held on tightly, "Jiang Zhi will be here soon."
"Let go!" Lin Qiunan urged with reddened eyes, "Let go, or you'll fall too."
"I won't."
She was strong and wouldn't fall, but this suspended posture made it difficult for her to exert much force; she couldn't pull Lin Qiunan up with one hand.
Her mind raced to think of a strategy.
Suddenly, Lin Qiunan's eyes widened, "Xu Jiuru, what are you doing?!"
Zhou Xufang looked up.
Xu Jiuru was holding a brick, her pupils blood-red, staring at Zhou Xufang's hand clinging to the edge. She sneered grotesquely, "Perfect, both of you can die together and keep each other company."
