The snow had not melted and no one stepped on it. It was white and beautiful, as if a thin white velvet blanket was piled up on the ground.

But the snow was soon made into a line of footprints.

Fukui walked up to the rooftop, and the strong wind blew over, blowing the light white snow on the ground.

Feng Rong was pulled away from the office by Bai Congqiu without wearing a coat. The weather outside was very cold at minus 20 degrees Celsius. Fu Kui's hands were also cold. Feng Rong felt a little cold, but it was still within the range of her endurance.

Fukui placed the seal on the cement railing on the edge of the rooftop, and she also sat on her head.

The little Fengrong was almost stumbled by the wind, and Fukui helped him block it.

Feng Rong said: "Thank you."

Fukui looked down at him, her eyes struggling fiercely.

Feng Rong raised her head and looked calm, "Fukui, I know you can control yourself."

Fukui closed her eyes hard and opened her eyes again, her expression became much calmer, "Well, I'll do my best..."

Feng Rong asked: "What is the strongest thought in your mind now?"

Fukui murmured: "Jump down..."

Feng Rong frowned, "Take me with me?"

Fu Kui's tone was faint: "No, look at me, I'll jump..."

This is different from Feng Rong imagined. His brows frowned even deeper, "Let's relax, I believe you, you are a very strong soldier, the soldier will only die on the battlefield, and suicide is an insult to you."

Fukui's fingertips clasped the railing, "Yes, the warriors will only die on the battlefield."
Chapter completed!