When Yan Zhi first felt the sensation of weightlessness, she was yanked back by a strong force.
She fell to the ground and when she looked up again, Yan Nanxun's figure had already disappeared from the windowsill.
High in the air, the bone-chilling wind had already numbed Yan Zhi's body, and at this moment, her blood froze in an instant!
She couldn't make a sound. She wanted to scream, but her body's organs seemed to have lost function, refusing to obey her commands, and she couldn't hear any sound around her.
Her vision blurred instantly, and Long Yinghua saw Yan Zhi lying lonely on the floor beneath the windowsill, with a weary expression on her face.
It really was a bargain for Yan Nanxun and Hou Tingfu to die together.
The feeling of weightlessness in the high altitude made Hou Tingfu almost lose consciousness. She felt her body very light, like a feather, floating in the evening breeze.
