Madison Barton threw the slippers from the balcony, then threw down the strips of cloth.
She quietly encouraged and cheered herself.
As long as she thought of Mark, she wasn't scared at all; instead, she felt full of fervent anticipation.
Madison Barton carefully climbed along the cloth strips, holding onto the edge of the balcony as she flipped over, inch by inch, sliding downward.
Her hands gripped the cloth tightly, the friction burning painfully.
Suspended in mid-air, she glanced down, her heart nearly stopped.
So high!
She dared not look down again, grit her teeth, and continued to slide down.
Finally reaching the ground, the cloth strips were already at their end.
Madison Barton looked down, it was only a little over a meter, steeling herself, she let go, and fell heavily to the ground.
Luckily, the ground was all soft grass, only a small pebble knocked against her thigh.
A bit painful.
Madison Barton bit her lower lip tightly and endured without a sound.
