This standalone villa is five stories high...
When Yan Xiruo reached the rooftop, she saw He Yingdong sitting on the edge of the railing.
On the more than a meter high iron railing, he sat there, holding a mobile phone in his hand, his legs dangling in the air.
Facing the direction of the sea, his handsome face was pale and bewildered.
He was only wearing a white shirt, without a tie, the collar loosely open.
He focused on looking into the distance, seemingly ignoring the danger beneath his feet.
After Yan Xiruo saw this, she gasped.
"Yingdong, could you come down? It's very dangerous there!"
Her voice was trembling as she slowly moved closer to him.
She knew that if He Yingdong lost his balance even slightly, he would fall.
Below was hard concrete, a fall would either be fatal or crippling.
He Yingdong seemed not to hear her voice.
Silently sitting, as if he had turned to stone.
Yan Xiruo slowly walked to his side, reached out and grabbed the railing, softly saying,
