Chapter 702 Let Go Of Me


    It was early December. The cold wind howled and the sky was gloomy. Countless snowkes


    twinkled in the sky, forming piles of snow on the ground below.


    Charis looked down from the broken French window and caught a glimpse of a white snowke.


    How ridiculous. At this timest year, she was surrounded by loving friends and family, celebrating


    the first snow of the year.


    But at present, her face was disfigured, she was mentally ill, and she had no more friends. Life was


    cruel.


    "Don''t try to talk me out of this. I''ve been disfigured, and my life is ruined. I''ll never get a chance to


    be with you now," Charis said in desperation, her voice growing hoarse. "My sole purpose in life


    now is to make sure you witness J''s death."


    After some slight hesitation, she nodded decisively. "I do feel sorry for my parents, but I have no


    desire to live in this cruel world anymore. If there''s an afterlife, I''ll pay them back." As soon as she


    finished speaking, she jumped out the window—taking J with her.


    J let out an ear-piercing scream.


    Brandon acted quickly. He bolted to the window and quickly grabbed J''s outstretched hand.


    However, thebined weight of the two women and gravity dragged Brandon down.


    Blue veins popped out on his sturdy arms and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. He


    held onto what was left of the window frame with one hand and held J''s hand tightly with the


    other.


    J felt as though she was going to be torn into half, being pulled by two opposing forces.


    Brendan was pulling her up, whereas Charis was pulling her down.


    No! She couldn''t let Brandon fall with her!


    Clenching her teeth, J looked down at Charis, who was clinging to her other arm, and tried to


    get rid of her.


    Charis red at her viciously and was about to let out a string of curses. But the next second, she


    lost her grip on J''s hand and plummeted.


    A desperate scream echoed in the air...


    Startled, J looked down in shock. With a loud thud, Charisnded on the ground, motionless, a


    pool of blood quickly forming around her.


    J immediately squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn''t bear to see such a gruesome sight.


    After all, she was still in danger. She didn''t have the time to worry about Charis.


    The harsh winter wind mixed with snow started to numb Brandon''s arms. He knew he was about to


    lose feeling in his hand.


    The edge of the window he grabbed onto was smooth, and it was difficult to find a good grip. He


    could feel his fingers sliding, little by little.


    With her whole body hanging in the air, J could feel that herself inching downwards. It seemed


    Brandon was about to lose his grip on the window frame.


    Life was strange. It seemed that at every critical moment of J''s life, he was right there with her.


    This realization made her feel exceptionally calm. She looked up at him with her clear eyes and


    said, "Brandon, let me go. You''ll be able to climb up by yourself, but you can''t bring the both of us."


    Brandon ignored her and tightened his grip on her hand.


    J was right. It was better if at least one of them could live. However, unbeknownst to her, there


    was a small voice inside Brandon''s heart telling him that he couldn''t let her go. If she was going to


    die, he was going to die with her.


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    Time seemed to have stood still. It was as though they were thest two people on earth.


    Even Brandon didn''t know why he was so determined to stay by this woman''s side, in life or in


    death. He didn''t remember their past, which meant that he had known only her for two months.


    "Brandon Larson! Can''t you hear me? I said, let go!" Frightened that they were both going to meet


    their end, J shouted desperately.


    She was scared of death, yes, but she was more scared of killing Brandon.


    Brandon pretended not to hear her. He just gritted his teeth and held onto her with all of his


    strength.


    His hand holding the edge of the window kept on sliding ever so slowly...


    In the blink of an eye, his strength ran out and he let go of the edge of the window. Screaming in


    fear and shock, the two of them fell down from the French window.