Lin Mengjie walked slowly, slowly to the edge of the rooftop of the teaching building.
Gazing at the lush campus below, Lin Mengjie's heart held not the slightest bit of attachment!
Without that person here, everything about this place ceased to have any relation to her.
Lin Mengjie took one last look at the scenery beneath her. Normally such a sight would have made her dizzy, but now, she only gave it a faint glance before taking out a cell phone from her pocket. A flash of resentment crossed her face as she pressed a number and made the call.
The call connected instantly, and soon, an old lady's voice came through.
"Lin Mengjie, have you made your choice? Will it be your own death, or your mother's?"
The voice carried an indifferent tone, as if not discussing the death of a person, but as if talking about an insect.
Lin Mengjie's expression remained unchanged, still cold and grim:
"Release my mother now, I choose my own death…"
