"Hahaha... hahaha..." A burst of horrible laughter completely separated me from this desirable state. The laughter sounded gloomy, weird, and creepy in the quiet night.
"Go to hell, even if you climb under the sky, no one will come to save you." The sharp and harsh voice passed through the night sky. I was like struck by lightning, standing still, because even though the voice was twisted and abnormal, I knew that it was Ji Ran's voice.
Ji Ran staggered over from the side of the rooftop, holding a fruit knife in his hand. The bright knife was particularly dazzling in the dark night.
"No... no..." Only now did I see that the person who was trembling on the ground and crying beyond recognition was Qin Moyao. She looked paler and her head kept shaking. Her terrified eyes were staring at Ji
