A restarted, restarted life.
Ming Chun has passed.
Ye Jiang looked at the young man, Rong Yin said, "I'll stay here too."
Ye Jiang didn't chase him away. She put the flowers in her hand into her pocket, and the ordinary pocket automatically developed a space function, neatly storing the bouquet inside.
After doing this, she leaped to the roof of a tall building on the edge of the square, where two humans had jumped not long ago.
She sat on the edge of the rooftop, watching the public officials below handle the scene. The bodies of the people who jumped were loaded and transported away, and two people who had cordoned off the area were cleaning the ground. They were using various tools to ensure that nothing was left behind, and the ground looked spotless, with no indication that two lives had been lost there.
The short-haired woman with the megaphone stood by watching. When her two colleagues finished their work and began to pack up the cleaning tools, she... she suddenly lay down on the ground, right where the body had been.
She curled up, her face pressed against the floor, her eyes open and motionless.
Like a corpse that died with its eyes wide open.
Her colleagues ignored her, walking past her as if she were invisible.
The short-haired man lay there quietly, and after a while, slowly closed his eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, they unconsciously glanced upwards, and she saw Ye Jiang sitting by the building. The two of them looked at each other from afar across the high building.
"..."
"..."
The short-haired man's expression suddenly changed.
She sat bolt upright and shouted in panic to Ye Jiang upstairs, "Sister, life is precious! Don't! Don't jump!"
She crossed her arms to protect herself and screamed in a drawn-out tone, "Don't jump! I'm still downstairs!!!!"
Ye Jiang, who wasn't planning to jump but almost thought her life was being valued by someone else, thought, "."
Chapter 145 Restarting a Restarted Life.
Ye Jiang stared blankly at the ground, and suddenly had the urge to jump down, specifically targeting the person below.
That person really values their life!
What puzzled Ye Jiang was that the person seemed to value her life, yet she didn't move aside. Instead, as if her brain had short-circuited, she stood there, staring at Ye Jiang Ye Jiang her head tilted back, shouting at her and entrusting her life to Ye Jiang Ye Jiang, asking her to leave.
She waved her arms exaggeratedly, making a series of comical gestures at Ye Jiang, probably afraid that Ye Jiang wouldn't be able to hear her because the building was too high.
Ye Jiang's senses were far superior to those of humans; she heard Qingqing.
She could see it clearly; she could even see the subtle movements of the muscles on the other person's face when they shouted at her.
So, when the sound of heavy footsteps came from behind Ye Jiang, she was rushed forward and tackled by a human. She was then skillfully and abruptly pulled away from the edge of the building. In the last second before her vision reversed, she saw the person downstairs stop her comical gestures. Then, the tense muscles on their face instantly relaxed. Ye Jiang knew that this kind of muscle movement was something only a human would do when making a sigh of relief.
A flicker of emotion crossed Ye Jiang's eyes, and she suddenly drifted off into a daze. Because of this daze, she froze and didn't move after being pulled down.
A torrent of abuse rained down on her.
"Sister, you're so young, what could be bothering you? If you jump right here, your pain might disappear, but you'll also lose the chance to find happiness in the future!"
"You have a long life ahead of you. You may feel that the obstacles you're facing right now are a bit of a stumbling block, causing pain, helplessness, and a lack of hope. But do you know that your future holds infinite possibilities? Don't pay the price for your momentary impulses!"
Live well and wait for happiness to come!
Ye Jiang snapped out of her daze and turned her gaze to the human who had been "furious" at her. It was this human who had rushed up and pulled her away while she was watching the short-haired woman's gestures downstairs. The human was probably in his forties or fifties, with single eyelids, thin lips, and fine lines at the corners of his mouth. His cheeks were so thin they were sunken, giving him a somewhat mean look.
She must be a very sophisticated lady, as she was wearing a well-tailored suit.
This meticulous person, at this moment, had her legs awkwardly braced against the rooftop, her knees sticking out, and her hands tightly gripping Ye Jiang. She shouted at Ye Jiang, unaware that her arms were trembling slightly.
Ye Jiang felt herself being gripped by those hands, the grip was very tight, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the human's elbows were chafed and oozing a little blood.
Ye Jiang moved her hand imperceptibly, gently placing it on the human's body. She channeled her supernatural power, quickly healing the scratches and repairing the human's clothes.
"Alright, alright, Sister Xiu, stop for a second. You've really shoved the girl into a daze." Two people rushed up to the top floor, and the other one, who had also rushed up tensely, relaxed completely when he saw that things had calmed down. He smiled and slowly walked back down.
He was a somewhat chubby middle-aged man, round all over, with a smile always on his face.
The two humans were the same public officials who had previously set up a cordon downstairs.
The man leaned closer, patted his colleague's shoulder to help her relax, and then smiled at Ye Jiang, "Don't be afraid, little sister. Your Sister Xiu didn't mean any harm. She may have said some harsh words, but she was just worried about you, so she didn't mean them. Don't take it to heart."
"Sister Xiu" clenched her fists, her eyes reddening for some reason. The man patted her again before speaking to Ye Jiang, "Sister, you can tell me about your troubles and grievances. I understand that some people feel like they'd rather be dead than alive when they reach a certain point. I understand. But please give me a chance to hear your grievances and your troubles. And please give yourself another chance, okay, child?"
His tone of voice was as infectious as the smile on his face.
Ye Jiang stared at them, her eyes flickering.
She wanted to say that she didn't intend to jump off the building, but the way people had put it made it difficult for her to clarify.
She hesitated for a moment.
In just one moment, they judged him to be a person with a broken heart.
The two humans exchanged a glance, said it was windy on the rooftop and they should come downstairs to discuss things, then they used their arms to protect Ye Jiang as they left the dangerous rooftop.
Ye Jiang: "..."
She became even more reluctant to speak.
The two humans carried the silent Ye Jiang away from the rooftop, completely ignoring the young man who was still there. He was standing right there, yet no one seemed to notice him.
Once downstairs and out of the building, Ye Jiang saw the short-haired woman... She lay back on the ground, her face pressed against the floor, her eyes closed, as if the spot beneath her body, where someone had just died, was her beloved warm bed.
This human is sick.
Although Ye Jiang was somewhat moved by the humans' actions, she still couldn't help but mentally diagnose the woman lying on the ground.
"Yan Ran, we've brought her down." The man stated the situation to the short-haired woman sleeping on the ground.
The short-haired woman did not respond.
Just when Ye Jiang thought the person had fallen asleep, the person spoke.
"Don't jump." The man spoke, slowly opening his eyes. His gaze gently fell on Ye Jiang, lingered for a few seconds, then fell back to the ground in front of him, a fleeting look of sorrow in his eyes.
She placed her palm on the ground and said, "It's cold here... it's very cold."
That disregard for everything
Those who take their final leap feel only the coldness of the ground at the end of their lives.
Upon hearing this, Ye Jiang raised her eyes, the calmness in them momentarily disturbed, as if the coldness in the woman's eyes had seeped into her heart, heavy and chilling.
Unable to remain silent any longer, Ye Jiang addressed the humans, explaining earnestly.
There were some feelings she didn't quite understand, but she didn't want these people to continue misunderstanding.
She explained earnestly, "To clarify, I didn't intend to jump. I just hadn't seen anyone lie down where dead people are, and I wanted to take a look. The area downstairs was cordoned off, so I could only go up to the roof, which has a great view."
Silence.
"Really?" Sister Xiu asked.
Ye Jiang's face was tense, her eyes conveying the message: "Otherwise what?"
She felt somewhat helpless.
This is not the look or expression of someone who has lost their will.
"..."
"..."
So it was a misunderstanding?
"Sister Xiu" and the man turned their gazes to the short-haired woman, their eyes filled with condemnation.
The atmosphere immediately became much more relaxed.
"Yan Ran, you need to control yourself. Stop making yourself act so strangely," the man said earnestly.
He also said to Ye Jiang, "Little sister, don't do something like that again. The rooftop is so dangerous! How dare you sit there? You're too reckless! What if you slip and fall... Don't lose your life just to watch a monkey show."
The short-haired woman named Yan Ran and Ye Jiang both fell silent.
"I'm not surprised at all! I didn't lie down on purpose, I just slipped and fell right here!" the woman named Yan Ran protested, spouting nonsense and utterly illogical claims. She added, "I have flat feet!"
At this moment, she's back to being that oddball who would shout "Everyone go back to their own mother" while working.
Ye Jiang: "."
Yan Ran grumbled and reached out to Ye Jiang, "Sister, help me up."
"No," Ye Jiang coldly refused, "Your hands are dirty."
Yan Ran clutched her chest, making an exaggerated gesture of heartache, and cried out, "You despise me!"
Ye Jiang felt completely bewildered. "Of course."
Can't she dislike her?
Isn't it her right to look down on someone she doesn't know?
Yan Ran froze, and after a long while, a slight smile crept onto her lips.
She clapped her hands, stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes, glanced around, and called to her colleagues, "That's a wrap, time to go home!"
After saying that, he strode towards their car, bent down, and climbed into the car first.
If you're not proactive about leaving get off work, there's something wrong with your brain.