On the rooftop of the hospital, Jiang Li was sitting on the fence, her legs swaying gently in the cold wind.

Holding the railings on both sides with both hands, looking down from above, the whole city seems to be trampled underfoot.

"I'm just going to throw the trash, why did I come here?" Rong Jing put his hands in his pockets, the clothes he was wearing were a little thin, and the black sweater had a high collar, looking a little more abstinent. smell.

He didn't know what Jiang Hao was thinking, as if he didn't hear what Rong Jing said, he didn't even turn his head.

Rong Jing frowned slightly, stepped over the fence, and sat down on the half-person-high fence.

"Don't you know it's dangerous to sit here?" Rong Jing looked at the distant scenery.

It was an inky black blue, with no edge in sight, as deep as it could suck people in. There are only sparsely dotted lights, like small holes that will be inked and burnt with stars.

Jiang Hao turned his head and glanced at the people around him: "Bi Rong is much safer."

She made an objective evaluation, but she was laughing in her heart when she finished speaking. I don't know when she dared to speak to Rong Jing like this.

Maybe it started from the day Rong Jing and Rong Ning gave her a birthday?

Obviously they were two strangers at the beginning, how could they have gotten so close without knowing it.

"Sometimes, in the city closest to the sky, it's good to blow the wind, isn't it?" Jiang Hao put her hands behind her back, there would not be too many such quiet and leisurely days, after all, she is a person living around People in the calculation.