Who knows if it was a coincidence, but in a corner of the viewing platform, there was a section of the railing that had broken off long ago, just wide enough for one person to pass through.
Lin Yixun looked at that broken railing, as if she was staring at a gate to the Underworld. She smiled mockingly, thinking how fate had always been against her, never giving her any sweet moments. But this time, fate seemed to have made way for her, making her death easy and effortless.
From where they stood just now to the edge of the viewing platform was only about ten meters, and in less than a minute, Lin Yixun had arrived at the edge.
There was no moon tonight, no stars, and the sky was a suffocating grey, like a huge black lid covering the world. There was nothing around but the cold light from the lamps.
This atmosphere was perfect, perfect for suicide.
