The man, trapped in a hallucination, was stopped in his tracks by the terrace railing, and then his own momentum sent him tumbling over it.
Yan Feifan saw it happen, and his brain reacted.
But his body lagged far behind his brain's reaction; it was only just beginning to move.
'Maybe it's because I took a few extra whiffs of that poisonous mushroom smoke just now, and it's made me sluggish?'
For some reason, this thought popped into his head.
Then, a gruesome scene of mangled flesh and blood flashed through his mind.
This was equivalent to the height of the eighth floor.
Twenty-five or twenty-six meters. A headfirst fall from that height, and he'd be dead on impact, nine times out of ten.
Just as Yan Feifan's mind was racing, he saw a figure whoosh to the railing and reach out...
It was Yu Suye.
With her lightning-fast reflexes, she grabbed the man's foot.
A jolt went through Yan Feifan.
'Just what you'd expect from someone with training. So agile, so quick to react.'
