When one's heart sank to rock bottom, it felt as if everything around them had gone quiet.
But the loud whir of helicopter rotors instantly dragged Lu Xin back to reality.
Lu Xin instinctively looked up and saw a helicopter flying above them in the darkness high overhead. Its dazzling lights pierced the surrounding darkness, even drawing the attention of some people who had already climbed onto the rooftops.
The helicopter door opened, and suddenly a figure fell from it.
It was a slender young girl in a black dress with white stripes and intricate patterns. She held an umbrella decorated with equally elaborate patterns and several cartoon images. She looked extremely delicate, yet she had actually jumped straight from a helicopter at least two hundred meters above the ground. If not for her graceful posture, Lu Xin would have thought she had been pushed out.
Even stranger was that after she fell, her speed kept increasing.
She was about to become a smear of minced flesh on the ground when she suddenly stopped in midair.
Holding up her skirt, she was lifted by the wind, floated through the air, and slowly descended.
The hem of her dress billowed up and down, like petals blooming and folding shut in an instant. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
After hanging in the air, she turned lightly and looked around.
By then, Lu Xin had clearly seen what she looked like.
Her skin was very fair, and her eyes were enormous, giving her the appearance of someone who had stepped straight out of a comic.
Yet her features were not distorted like a comic character's. Instead, she possessed a perfection so exquisitely refined that it seemed beyond ordinary imagination. Only after seeing her with one's own eyes could one believe that someone could truly