Because he had died on the top of Florida Mountain.

Moreover, even if Ye Fan is still alive, what can he do?

They are not close or unfamiliar.

Not even friends.

All the feelings are just Noya's willingness.

It is a luxury to expect a person who has nothing to do with him to save himself at great risk.

If a person has no thoughts, then naturally, he will have no motivation to live.

Noya stood up from the ground in despair.

Her eyes were dull, her clothes were soaked, and the cold rain flowed down like a waterfall under her beautiful long hair.

In this way, Noya climbed up the high steps.

The tiny figure stood alone on a rooftop dozens of meters high from the ground.

If the rest of your life is all about suffering.

If the road ahead is only darkness.

If you look up, you will never see the light again.

If there is no more thought in your heart.

So, what's the point of living?

In the long dark night, the rain falls and flows wildly.

Under the thick rain curtain, Noya, standing on a high place, stretched out her hands and embraced the whole world in despair.

This person who was as proud as a princess in the first half of his life finally set out on a dead end after experiencing the warmth and warmth of human nature.

"Dad, I'm sorry."

"Daughter shouldn't be stubborn to pursue an impossible person."

Tears mixed with rain flowed down.

Noya, in despair, whispered in a low voice.

She took a last look at the world, and vaguely she could hear the noise from afar.

That should be the call from hell to her.

Noya smiled desolately, then closed her eyes and walked out in one step.

The body of less than a hundred pounds fell down like an angel with folded wings.

However, Noya, who died in despair, did not notice it at all.

In the thick rain curtain ahead, a thin figure walked towards the long night.

What kind of figure was that? Thousands of rain fell before his body and evaporated instantly, bursting into a cloud of rain and mist, dissipating with the wind.

Behind him, countless corpses were erected.

The bright red blood was washed away by the rain and flowed throughout the earth.

It was this figure that steadily hugged the girl who looked like a lotus in the thick rain curtain.

Feeling the warmth coming from his body, Noya opened her eyes.

Then, I saw the familiar and beautiful face.

"Ye Fan?"

"Are we all dead?"

Noya looked at her foolishly, with tears on her face and her beautiful red and swollen eyes looking around.

“Is this hell?”

Listening to her words, a smile suddenly appeared on Ye Fan's decisive face on the sofa.

"You are not dead, and I am not dead."

“We are all still alive.”

"And, I will continue to live."

"Stop crying."

"Follow me."

"I'll take you back, everything that belongs to you."

Ye Fan's faint voice sounded, gently helping Noya wipe away the tears and rain from the corners of her eyes.

At that time, Noya's whole body seemed to be electrocuted and trembled.

She looked at the man in front of her, who looked like a god.

His eyes were so deep and ethereal, as if they had peerless majesty and heroism.

Under his towering temperament, he was afraid of wind and rain, and the world retreated.

It seems that he is the king of this world!

Noya knew that she would never forget this moment in the future.

In the darkest moment of life, there was a man named Ye Fan, who was like a rapid light illuminating her entire world.

“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Ye Fan..."

After a long silence, Noya burst into tears again.

However, this time there was joy in the tears.

She hugged Ye Fan tightly, as if she wanted to fill her body with Noya at this moment, suddenly she felt that the world was beginning to become better.
Chapter completed!