At that moment, the floor shook even more violently.

Rosalynn decided not to press further and allowed Barlow to protect her as they made their way to the stairs.

However, the tremors grew increasingly intense, causing them to stumble and slide to the edge of a guardrail.

Barlow's expression turned grave, and he quickly clung to a concrete pillar to stop his slide.

“Rosalyn, hold onto my hand tightly!"

Rosalynn's body dangled dangerously over the edge.

She swallowed hard as she clutched Barlow's hand with all her might.

She stared at the tilting building, her heart pounding wildly.

The building continued to sway, and they would meet a grim fate if they stayed there any longer.

"Let go of me, Barlow. We are on the fifth floor. I'll be okay if I jump down."

Barlow shot her a sidelong glance, surprised she could still joke in this situation.

"Rosalynn, do you think you are a hero just because you know a bit of Kung Fu? There is a cement floor below, and no matter how skilled you are, you will be seriously injured if not killed. Hold onto me tightly. I'll pull you up."

Rosalynn remained silent, her eyes fixed on the prominent veins bulging on Barlow's arm as he hoisted her up with determined force.

Finally, they both hugged the pillar for support.

Relief washed over Rosalynn, and just as she was about to let out a relieved exhale, she cast her eyes upwards, only to discover that the ceiling above them had shattered.

In the blink of an eye, the ceiling started falling.

“Look out!"

Barlow quickly enveloped her in his protective embrace, their bodies rolling instinctively to the side.

Rosalynn instinctively squeezed her eyes shut as she experienced the sensation of free fall, her body seemingly suspended in endless descent.

Eventually, she landed with a heavy thud on the ground.