Rachel Liu followed Evan Lin into the elevator. Evan kept both hands in his pockets as the elevator rose to the twenty-fourth floor.
Half of the twenty-fourth floor was open to the sky, and a cold wind swept in, chilling them instantly.
“You stirred up trouble with Simon Zuo in River City. Aren’t you worried he’ll come after you?” Rachel Liu glanced at Evan Lin, her curiosity piqued.
Given Simon Zuo’s personality, having been humiliated by Evan Lin twice in a row, there was no way he’d just let it go.
“I don’t have any reason to be afraid, but you’re probably right about him,” Evan Lin replied, shaking his head.
Stepping out of the elevator, Evan Lin casually picked up a bottle of liquor sitting by the door, poured himself a glass, and walked a few steps forward. One hand in his pocket, he stood at the edge of the rooftop, his gaze calm as he looked into the pitch-black night sky. His eyes were deep and unreadable as he sipped the strong drink.
“Evan Lin, who are you really?”
Rachel Liu stared at Evan Lin standing there, feeling that he was growing more and more unfamiliar. From him, she could sense an intense, icy coldness.
“I’m just me. Who else could I be?”
Evan Lin shook his head slightly, then pushed off with one foot and leapt up. To Rachel Liu’s stunned eyes, he landed steadily right on the razor-thin transparent glass railing at the edge of the rooftop.
“Looking out over the city from here, doesn’t it make everything seem so small?” Evan Lin didn’t turn to look at Rachel Liu; his voice was cool and distant, his black hair blown by the wind.
Rachel Liu took a few steps forward, standing at the railing and looking down.
It was high—unbelievably high. Everything below looked as tiny as ants.
Cars flowed back and forth, city lights twinkled—little dots in the distance.
“Aren’t you afraid of falling? If you fall from here, you’ll die.” Rachel Liu couldn’t understand it. Even just looking down from this height made her dizzy.
“Death, huh?” Evan Lin let out a light laugh, strolling along the razor-thin railing as if it were solid ground. Each step was perfectly steady, not a hint of trembling.
Evan Lin paused, casually tossed his glass over the edge, then turned to look at Rachel Liu, a faint sigh in his expression. “Sometimes I think, if I’d really died, maybe that would’ve been a kind of release.”
“But since I didn’t die, I have to do something with this life.”
“Whether it’s Simon Zuo or anyone else, in my eyes, they’re all just ants. Even these tall buildings—so what?”
After speaking, Evan Lin spread his arms wide, facing the cold wind. His gaze was indifferent as he looked at Rachel Liu’s tired expression, then let out a mocking laugh. “The old me probably liked you.”
Hearing Evan Lin’s words, Rachel Liu froze for a moment. Before she could say anything, Evan simply let himself fall backward.
“But that was three hundred years ago.”
Evan Lin murmured in a voice only he could hear, a hint of self-mockery in his smile.
“Evan Lin!”
Rachel Liu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
In her eyes, Evan Lin’s whole body toppled right off the edge of the twenty-fourth floor, vanishing from sight.
Rachel Liu rushed forward, grabbing the railing and peering down—only to witness a scene she would never forget.
“Seven Mysteries Dragon-Elephant Fist.”
“Treading the Seven Stars!”
Evan Lin’s body plummeted through the air, cold wind roaring past his ears. From above, Rachel Liu’s figure grew smaller and smaller.