The distance closed, and the boy transformed into a white light. The chilling wind forced back the countless black hands that lunged for him.
The white soul jumped twice in front of her and then went upwards; Cui Wenyan raced after it along the stairs. The iron doors of the ninth floor, normally sealed off, were wide open now, creaking as they swung. Cui Wenyan had heard why the ninth floor was sealed: a senior student had committed suicide by jumping off from there. It's said that the student was overwhelmed by academic pressure, couldn't handle the stress, and ultimately broke down, leaping off the ninth floor.
Could that boy be the senior student who jumped?
No time to think further, Cui Wenyan dashed up onto the rooftop. That white soul leaned against the western corner, sitting down, its white glow gradually dimming, seemingly in pain.
