It was early December. The cold wind howled and the sky was gloomy. Countless snowflakes twinkled in the sky, forming piles of snow on the ground below.
Charis looked down from the broken French window and caught a glimpse of a white snowflake.
How ridiculous. At this time last year, she was surrounded by loving friends and family, celebrating the first snow of the year.
But at present, her face was disfigured, she was mentally ill, and she had no more friends. Life was cruel.
"Don't try to talk me out of this. I've been disfigured, and my life is ruined. I'll never get a chance to be with you now," Charis said in desperation, her voice growing hoarse. "My sole purpose in life now is to make sure you witness Janet's death."
After some slight hesitation, she nodded decisively. "I do feel sorry for my parents, but I have no desire to live in this cruel world anymore. If there's an afterlife, I'll pay them back." As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped out the window—taking Janet with her.
Janet let out an ear-piercing scream.
Brandon acted quickly. He bolted to the window and quickly grabbed Janet's outstretched hand.
However, the combined weight of the two women and gravity dragged Brandon down.
Blue veins popped out on his sturdy arms and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. He held onto what was left of the window frame with one hand and held Janet's hand tightly with the other.
Janet felt as though she was going to be torn into half, being pulled by two opposing forces. Brendan was pulling her up, whereas Charis was pulling her down.
No! She couldn't let Brandon fall with her!
Clenching her teeth, Janet looked down at Charis, who was clinging to her other arm, and tried to get rid of her.
Charis glared at her viciously and was about to let out a string of curses. But the next second, she lost her grip on Janet's hand and plummeted.
A desperate scream echoed in the air...
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