"Alright."
After listening, even The Lost's heart relaxed a little, and then he curiously asked, "I remember you didn't have the habit of going to the rooftop for a breeze before."
"I learned it from Carl Jacob, he really likes standing on high-rise rooftops, and after trying it a few times, I found it's really not bad."
"Standing on the rooftop and feeling the breeze, there's a very comfortable feeling."
"Let's go, we're here."
In between their conversation, x and The Lost had already arrived at the rooftop. Then, without any hesitation, x pushed open the rooftop security door and saw the scene in front of their eyes.
After seeing the scene before him, his body stiffened instantly, and after a silent, expressionless moment, he finally spoke, "My brother, do you have any dying words to say?"
"If you have something to say, just say it quickly, there might not be a chance later."
"What dying words?"