On the rooftop of the company, a woman with disheveled hair sat dejectedly near the railing.

The collar of her shirt was slightly open, and her business suit hung lazily on her slender arms. She had a pair of shoes a few meters behind her, and her documents were scattered all over the ground. Her phone was flashing in her hand.

In the air, she swayed her feet casually as if she was playing with water. She imagined that she was standing on the top of the world, the wind blowing her hair, and the rooftop at midnight under the starry sky was a different kind of beauty.

There was no life in her despairing eyes. She gently raised her hand and threw the suit away.

In an instant, the suit was like a black butterfly that flew away with the wind, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it flew towards the colorful world under its feet.

She slowly stood up, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and opened her arms…

At this moment, the phone rang with the robot's special notification. She stopped and hesitated to read it.

He lowered his eyes and turned his phone on his wrist. The notification on the screen showed: " It's just past midnight. Happy birthday! I know you're in a bad mood recently. Do you want to come out for a drink?"

Walking down the railing, she leaned against the railing and squatted down slowly, tears streaming down her face.

She sobbed as she typed in a trembling voice,"Haha, no thanks."

After replying to the message, she suddenly raised her hand and threw the phone away. It smashed into a pile of trash at the corner of the rooftop.

What was terrifying was that the pile of trash actually moved.

She was instantly frightened and lost all her emotions. She stared at the unknown object and did not dare to make a sound. In the darkness, a black shadow slowly emerged from the trash.

" F * ck, it's so f * cking hard to sleep. Am I supposed to get smashed while lying down in the middle of the night?" A man whose face could not be seen rubbed the back of his head that hurt as he walked toward the woman with his phone in hand. His tone was filled with anger.

She was so scared that she didn't know how to respond. She instinctively kept silent, thinking that she had to analyze the pros and cons at this time. It wouldn't do her any good to talk nonsense.

"Are you mute? You don't have anything to say after smashing people?" The man's mood was obviously worse. He squatted down and questioned the woman face to face.

" I'm…I'm sorry, but who would have thought that there would be someone here?" The woman's meaning was obvious. What time was it? There were all kinds of weirdos in this day and age. There were even people who liked to sleep in the trash? Not only was he sleeping in the trash, but he was also sleeping on the rooftop. It was simply unimaginable.

"You've been bothering me for half the night. I thought I was dreaming when you cried and jingled, but it turns out that someone was really going to jump off the building. Pick a place. I'll reserve this rooftop. Did you get my permission to jump off my bed? Do you want me to have nightmares every day?"

"I didn't mean that…"

"Then what do you mean? It's fine if you jumped off a building, but you even smashed people with your phone! Did you do it on purpose?"

" What do you want…" As she spoke, the woman started crying." Anyway, I don't want to live anymore. You can do whatever you want…"

After saying that, the woman crossed her legs and stretched them out. She crossed her arms around her chest so that her entire body weight was leaning on the railing. He tilted his head back. This posture looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, but in fact, it looked strong on the outside but was weak on the inside. His two feet were tightly interlocked, and his arms were wrapped around his chest. It was a typical defensive posture.

The man put away his fake anger. This woman was not old, but she was quite thoughtful. An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but it quickly disappeared.

He lowered his head and sniffed his clothes. He frowned slightly and chose to sit down at a distance from the woman. He gently pushed the phone to the woman and sighed.

Hearing this, the woman slowly raised her eyes and looked at the man in disbelief.

"Stop looking, I'm here to dance too…I've been struggling for two days."

"No one noticed you?"

"You haven't been discovered either. You've been looking for this land for some time, right?"

The woman nodded. The man continued," Then why didn't you notice me? I've been here for two days."

The woman did not know how to respond to the man's words. She looked at him in confusion, and an inexplicable anger rose in her heart. What kind of experience is seeking death for you?

However, she habitually swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth. There was no hope for tomorrow, so why should she care about what others thought of her? It was unnecessary.

At the thought of this, she smiled helplessly and self-deprecatingly,"I might have been too focused on my own matters and didn't notice that there was someone else on the rooftop." I'm deeply sorry for disturbing your sleep.

With that, the woman stood up with a serious expression. She did not want to continue the boring topic and wanted to finish what she had not finished.

The man grabbed the woman's arm." It's your birthday today?!"

"How did you know? Who are you? What do you want?"

The man took the opportunity to force the phone back into the woman's hand and tapped on the phone screen with his finger. There was a new message notification: I bought chocolate mousse to make your birthday cake.

The woman stood rooted to the ground, a dark tide surging under her calm face. The man saw everything. The person who sent the message must have an extraordinary meaning to the woman.

Taking advantage of the woman's absent-mindedness, he pulled her back to the rooftop. Perhaps he had misjudged her weight and used too much force, causing the two of them to fall onto the rooftop together.

At such a close distance, she finally saw his face clearly. It was just the way she liked him.

He also saw her tear-stained face clearly, as pink as a peach blossom.

The two of them quickly escaped from each other as if there was a spring between them. The atmosphere was a little strange and awkward.

"Why did you stop me?" she asked.

"I'm called Anzi…" he said.

Almost in unison.

" Don't tell me your name, because I don't want to be forced to tell you my name out of politeness." The woman's tone was firm, but her eyes were wandering.

"It's okay. This is what I wanted to say. You don't have to take it to heart. I... didn't save you, I just formed a temporary team. After all, this isn't like a game where you can start over again. Miss, please be careful!"

"Do you think someone who wants to…convince me?"

"Perhaps, we can arrange a time to look after each other on the way…That will make your heart flutter…After all, it's quite difficult to make up your mind to end your own life."