If not for the deepest depths of despair, who would step by step ascend to the rooftop?
The wind on the rooftop moved the scarf around Liuli Cat's neck, and no one present expected that Liuli Cat, deaf to all sounds, would turn her head at Han Fei's words.
As long as there's communication, as long as one is willing to respond, that means there's still a slim chance of redemption.
A young police officer who tried to pull Han Fei back was grabbed by an older officer next to him, and the female officer at the edge of the rooftop also slowly stepped back a bit, giving Han Fei some space.
"Last night you saw your favorite singer; you should know I wasn't lying," Han Fei stood in the middle of the rooftop, his expression extremely serious, "Heaven doesn't have the person you love because I know she didn't go to Heaven—I've seen her there!"