The incident happened too suddenly. When the other guests learned that the two had fallen into the water, they rushed to visit and comfort them.
Qiao Sisi and Chu Xinran’s room was crowded with people. Fang Zhou wanted to check on them but couldn’t get in, so he decided to wait until after lunch to visit.
However, even after lunch, Chu Xinran still hadn’t left her room.
Soone worriedly asked, “Do you think Xinran is traumatized? She doesn’t even want to eat.”
“Maybe. After all, a near-death experience can affect your mood.”
Fang Zhou’s ears pricked up, and he instinctively looked at Qiao Sisi, noticing she had finished eating and was about to go for a walk.
She seed to be in a good mood, entirely unaffected by the incident.
Well, a woman who had the strength to pull him into the sea wouldn’t be that fragile.
Thinking about how he almost drowned in the sea that morning, Fang Zhou’s mood darkened.
Was Qiao Sisi intentionally toying with him? In that situation, all he wanted was to save people or break free; there was no ti to think.
But now, out of danger, he couldn’t judge.
Qiao Sisi didn’t know how to swim before. She must have learned for her acting roles over the past few years.
Then why didn’t she swim to safety first? Did she find it amusing? Fang Zhou couldn’t understand Qiao Sisi’s mindset and decided to set his doubts aside for now, planning to ask when he had the chance.
As for Chu Xinran, her expression when she left the beach in the morning was far from pleasant.
He decided he had to check on her.
Qiao Sisi, on the other hand, seed perfectly fine, so he wouldn’t bother with her.
After lunch, Fang Zhou volunteered to bring a al to Chu Xinran, carrying a tray upstairs.
“Knock, knock.” “Knock, knock.”
After knocking several tis, Chu Xinran didn’t open the door. Fang Zhou felt puzzled and called out to her.
“Xinran, it’s ti to eat. I brought you so food.”
After saying this, there was a sound of sothing falling inside the room, and Chu Xinran’s reply was panicked.
“Just leave it at the door. I’ll eat it later!”
Fang Zhou found her behavior very strange.
He had heard that so people who were rescued from drowning would keep recalling the suffocating mont, leading to nightmares and poor sleep.
The next day, they’d feel worse, creating a vicious cycle.
Fearing that Chu Xinran might have a psychological shadow, Fang Zhou wanted to see her condition with his own eyes.
“Open the door. I have sothing to tell you.”
“No, no! Just say it from there!”
The more Chu Xinran refused, the more suspicious Fang Zhou beca.
He frowned, turned the doorknob, and tried to enter.
“I have sothing inconvenient to say out here. I’ll co in...”
He casually turned the knob, and the door opened.
But the scene inside made him freeze for a few seconds, then widen his eyes in disbelief.
“What are you doing!”
Chu Xinran sat on the edge of the bed, holding a sharp knife in her right hand, her left wrist raised, blood dripping onto the floor.
The clash of red and white was so glaring, making the fragile girl even more pitiful.
The small room was filled with the sll of blood, making one frown.
Seeing Fang Zhou enter, Chu Xinran was startled, quickly hiding the knife behind her, trying to cover it up anxiously.
“I-I didn’t do anything. I accidentally cut myself.”
Such a poor lie, Fang Zhou could see through it at a glance.
He walked into the room, closing the door with his foot, placing the tray on the table, and then approached Chu Xinran step by step.
Chu Xinran’s eyes widened, looking at him helplessly, her body stiff and unable to move, only muttering, “Don’t co any closer.”
She had changed into a black velvet dress, which should have looked elegant but now, against the backdrop of blood, seed like a voracious beast.
“Give the knife.”
Fang Zhou stared at Chu Xinran expressionlessly, holding out his hand for the knife.
The closer he got, the stronger the sll of blood, making Fang Zhou’s heart heavier.
The girl in front of him flinched, instinctively hiding the knife deeper, unwilling to give it up.
Her mouth was tightly shut, and her bleeding hand was clenched, a silent protest.
But Fang Zhou repeated, “Give the knife, be good.”
The man’s voice was soft and gentle, as if coaxing a precious gem, especially the last upward lilt, making Chu Xinran surrender, unable to resist.
She slowly brought her hand from behind her, gently placing the knife in Fang Zhou’s broad palm, looking at him with pleading eyes.
Finally holding the dangerous object, Fang Zhou quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He placed the knife on the table and softly asked, “Do you have any bandages?”
Chu Xinran nodded, pointing to a dical kit on the nightstand. “Over there.”
Fang Zhou opened it and found it well-stocked with bandages, scissors, herbal linint, iodine, but no painkillers.
Puzzled, he asked, “Why no painkillers?”
Everything else was there, so why not this?
Hearing his question, Chu Xinran blinked, not answering.
She lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes casting shadows.
Because I don’t want to stop the pain.
This way, I can share so of the pain of losing you.
Silence spread in the room. Without her answer, Fang Zhou brought the bandages over.
“Stretch out your hand.”
Chu Xinran’s wrist was slender and long, white and glowing, like milk in the sunlight, smooth and delicate.
But Fang Zhou had no other thoughts. He took so tissues, wiped away the blood, and began bandaging.
The best way to bandage a wrist wound was the spiral thod, simple and light.
Such a common action drew Chu Xinran’s attention. She quietly asked, “How do you know this?” It looked professional.
Most people just wrap the bandage around the wound repeatedly, which can press on the wound.
Fang Zhou replied, “Soone taught .”
“Who taught you?” Chu Xinran pressed.
“Qin...” Yun.
He stopped himself just in ti, changing to, “I asked soone to teach .”
“I attended first aid training.”
“Oh, I see.”
Chu Xinran nodded, setting aside her doubts, not asking further.
Only Fang Zhou sighed inwardly: That was close, almost exposed another ex-girlfriend.
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