What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

Fu Ying carefully cleaned up the broken glass on the ground with black mist and threw it into the trash can, along with the handkerchief.

"I'm outside if you need me," she whispered.

Song Shu had his back to her, and the living room was deathly silent.

Fu Ying felt a pain in her heart, and an extremely bitter feeling spread.

She suddenly realized that she had never come into contact with Song Shu's true appearance.

When you fall in love with someone, you will feel distressed. You can't help but feel sad for her and want to suffer this pain for her.

Fu Ying subconsciously bent her fingers in the air, trying to grab something, and finally clenched them into a fist.

"Then I'll go out first." She said, "You can vent in there, you can hurt yourself, you can do whatever you want, I'm here."

Song Shu didn't move.

After Fu Ying finished speaking, she slowly retreated to the outside and closed the door. Song Shu turned around and watched the gap in the door getting narrower and narrower until it was completely closed.

Click, the door is locked.

She lay sideways, and almost every muscle on her unusually calm face protested and twitched at the same time.

Song Shu subconsciously restrained his facial expressions, and his vision towards the door was gradually covered by a layer of blurry light and shadow.

Everything around her began to become unreal. She could hear her own clear heartbeat, which became louder and louder, more and more rapid, as violent and fierce as the beat of a drum, and each beat struck all her nerves at the same time.

What are you talking about? Why is she here?

The faces under the wall flashed by one by one. What was she doing just now? What was she thinking when she did those things? What was her motivation for doing those things?

What was she supposed to feel? What was she supposed to feel? Why was she feeling nothing at all, why was her mind so blank, why was her thoughts so empty?

Why did you stay alone? Why did you chase Fu Ying away? Why did you crush the glass?

Why was the noise outside so loud and chaotic, why was the living room so quiet? Why did she feel so suffocated?

Why was she standing here? Why did she want to be alone for a while? Why did every object in this room make her feel dizzy?

Song Shu stood there for a long time, as if his body was frozen by an invisible force.

She should be a machine. When she can move, she will increase her power to move. When she can't move, she will just stay in standby mode, thinking nothing, knowing nothing, and asking nothing.

What to think? What to ask? What to know?

Song Shu's gaze shifted from the door, looking at everything straight in the eye, then slowly turned his body back.

Looking outside through the glass sliding door, the light shone through the glass into the unlit living room and onto her unaware face.

She moved slowly towards the balcony. Something slowly passed through her chaotic mind, causing her to stop uncontrollably.

Her body felt heavy, as if something was pressing on her.

Song Shu lowered her head and grabbed a handful of green crystals from her pocket. She looked at them blankly for a while, then spread her fingers and the crystals fell from the gaps, scattering all over the ground.

Song Shu felt nothing, and couldn't sense anything. She slowly took off her coat and suddenly remembered something.

This is not her clothes, whose clothes are they?

Song Shu held the coat in her arms and smelled a very sweet fragrance. She buried her nose quietly in the clothes and her feet moved forward uncontrollably.

She reached out a hand and slowly pushed the sliding door open.

The cold air blew across her face, and the wind carrying flying snow brushed through her hair. The sudden chill that invaded her body made Song Shu come back to her senses a little, and she looked down at the balcony.

The dark corridors crisscrossed each other, blocking the bottom of the balcony. Song Shu could not see what the bottom of the building looked like, and suddenly a wave of anxiety surged in his body.

That strange feeling of uneasiness was like a flood, gnawing at her brain and hissing something in her ears.

Song Shu suddenly loosened his hands holding the coat and let it fall into the wind.

Did it fall on the tenth floor, or the ninth floor? I can’t tell.

Song Shu leaned forward while holding onto the balcony. A vague picture flashed through her mind. It was an extremely clean flat ground. She wanted to dye the ground red, so she stood on the edge of the rooftop.

The ground here is so black, how can it be dyed red? Song Shu stared at the downstairs, gently tiptoed to make himself see more clearly, and moved his position to find a position that satisfied him.

Li Duochen, who was patrolling on the high wall, saw Song Shu lying on the balcony looking down, and called out, "Hey, Song Shu, what are you looking at? Your sister is here, why don't you go find her?"

Song Shu still looked downstairs and ignored him.

Li Duochen felt bored and looked towards the southwest observation tower. Yuan Lin and Gu Nini were standing there talking about something. On the west wall, the psychics from Building No. 6 were pacing back and forth beside the battlements.

Li Duochen walked to the east end to chat with Chi Feng.

The coat hanging in the aisle was blown down by the wind and floated away unrestrainedly. Song Shu climbed up to the edge of the balcony, sat there, swinging his legs and staring at the downstairs. Somehow, he suddenly felt a lot better.

She almost forgot that she had made such an attempt before. She stared at the flat ground below the building and wondered what would happen if she went down.

But then she backed off.

Why did she retreat? She forgot, and she didn't know how she left the rooftop.

But the only thing that impressed her was that when she went downstairs and came to the flat ground she had chosen, she was very disappointed when she saw the clean ground.

If only it could be dyed red, she thought.

It's possible now. Song Shu lowered his head and stared at the position he had chosen again so that he could drop it on the flat ground.

So be it.

Her hands loosened their grip on the edges, and the hem of her thin black shirt was blown up by the wind, making a rustling sound.

"Xiao Shu." A trembling voice sounded in the living room.

Song Shu turned his head and blinked hard, as if he saw who it was, and muttered, "I'll try."

"Try what?" Fu Ying slowly approached her and said in a very gentle voice, "Can you tell me?"

Song Shu spread his hands, letting his feet hang in the air, shaking his body: "I want to try it, here."

Fu Ying felt cold all over. Looking at her lover whose face was filled with joy, she squeezed out a sentence from her throat: "Then I'll try it too, okay?"

Song Shu frowned slightly and agreed reluctantly: "Okay."

“But you have to wait in line.”

As she spoke, she turned her head, leaned forward and fell.

Fu Ying's eyes were about to burst: "Xiao Shu!"

Song Shu lay upside down, staring at the ground with her arms open. She felt her body was lighter than ever before. She wanted to be a free bird.

Boom—with a dull sound, she fell heavily to the ground, but she didn't feel any pain.

Song Shu looked at the sky for a while, and the black liquid under his body flowed out.

She was lying there, and suddenly many people appeared in front of her, with confused and concerned expressions on their faces.

"Song Shu, are you acting out the Yiping falling-from-the-building scene?"

"Silly Boyi, Yiping jumped off the bridge!"

“…I’m just giving you an analogy.”

Song Shu didn't understand what they were talking about. Her chaotic mind suddenly became clear. She stared at her hands in a daze until her body was picked up by strong arms.

Fu Ying said to the others expressionlessly: "We are acting out the Penthouse version of Titanic."

Everyone: "...Disperse, disperse, these two guys really know how to have fun."

The sky is cut by the dark corridor, and the lover's eyes carry an addictive tenderness.

Song Shu realized what he had done, and put his arms around Fu Ying's neck and buried his face in her neck and shoulders.