The howling cold wind brushed against He Ao's cheek, and the old frame beneath his feet creaked loudly.
Snowflakes drifted past in front of him.
He Ao lifted his head, glanced at the protruding window ahead, then leaped up. Accompanied by a crisp 'bang—', he clung to the edge of the window.
The Radiant Building didn't adopt a full glass curtain wall structure, but rather used a classical windows structure, making it stand out among the skyscrapers with glass curtain walls and giving He Ao the opportunity to cling and move along the window's outer edge.
He Ao looked down.
At this moment, he was ninety meters high, and the streetlights and human figures below appeared like blurry pixelated dots.
He clutched the window edge, exerting a little force to support himself, getting half of his body over the window to glance inside.
Just then, a boy with fluffy curly hair and a dirty face stood by the window, staring at him with wide eyes.
After a short pause, the boy rubbed his eyes.
