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Shen Yihuai chuckled softly, but didn't reply immediately.

He propped himself up, his gaze falling on her hair. He reached out and touched the ends of her hair before getting up and going to the bathroom.

Han Jingxue was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

"If you go to sleep with wet hair, you might have a headache tomorrow."

He took a new towel, unfolded it, and waved it in front of her.

Han Jingxue glanced at him, didn't say anything, but still sat up.

Shen Yihuai adjusted his posture, knelt behind her, and placed the towel on the top of her head.

He skillfully wrapped the ends of her hair with a towel, gently pressed them, and rubbed his fingertips across her scalp through the towel with just the right amount of pressure.

If you encounter a knot, stop and gently straighten it with your fingers before continuing.

Han Jingxue didn't move or say anything, just sat quietly and let him wipe her.

The only sounds in the room were the soft rustling of a towel against hair and the gentle patter of rain outside the window, making the moment exceptionally quiet.

After wiping for a while, Shen Yihuai stopped, ran his fingers through her hair, touched it, and found that the roots were dry, but the ends were still a little damp.

He didn't continue. He casually draped the towel over the headboard, lay down again, and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her back into his embrace.

"Alright, go to sleep." His voice carried a hint of lazy satisfaction.

Han Jingxue was held in his arms. She didn't say anything, but she didn't break free either.

The sound of rain outside the window gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of their intertwined breathing in the room.

She closed her eyes, thinking she'd just make do and sleep for one night.

Then, she heard a sharp scream from outside.

Han Jingxue suddenly opened her eyes, her body tensing instantly.

She listened intently to make sure she hadn't misheard, then reached out and nudged the arm around her waist: "Shen Yihuai."

"Yes, I heard you." Shen Yihuai's voice had lost its previous laziness.

He released her, and they both sat up at the same time.

Han Jingxue threw off the covers, got out of bed, and quickly walked to the door and opened it.

It was pitch black outside. Shen Yihuai followed behind her, holding his phone in front of him, the flashlight beam steadily illuminating the steps beneath her feet.

The sound she had just heard was probably coming from the stairwell. She quickly walked towards the sound, with Shen Yihuai following half a step behind her.

As she reached the corner of the stairs, she saw Su Yanhuan.

She lay on her side on the floor at the corner of the stairs, her face pale, her lips tightly pressed together, and her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Her phone fell a few steps away, screen down, the flashlight beam pressed against the ground, casting only a small halo.

"Huanhuan!"

Han Jingxue's voice was a little louder than usual. She quickly walked down the stairs, squatted down next to Su Yanhuan, and placed her hand on Su Yanhuan's shoulder:

"Don't move, don't move! Where did you fall?"

Su Yanhuan was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. After several seconds, she managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"My foot...and my hand...I think I twisted them..."

Her voice trembled, tinged with the pain of tears.

Han Jingxue glanced at it quickly.

My left ankle is swollen, and I dare not move my right wrist.

Shen Yihuai handed her his phone: "I'll go call Director Liu."

After saying that, he turned around, went downstairs, and quickly walked out of the villa.

Using the light from her phone, Han Jingxue first checked Su Yanhuan's pupils and head, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that there were no obvious external injuries.

Su Yanhuan looked at her, her voice tinged with fear: "Sister Han... I'm not going to die, am I?"

"Won't."

She squatted down beside Su Yanhuan, gently placing one hand on her shoulder, saying nothing, just quietly keeping her company.

A moment later, hurried footsteps came from downstairs, and several beams of flashlight beams shone up from downstairs.

Director Liu, wearing a coat, rushed up. Upon seeing Su Yanhuan's appearance, his expression immediately changed.

"What happened?! How did you fall? Where did you fall from?"

"In the middle of the stairs."

Han Jingxue replied briefly, "He needs to be taken to the hospital. His ankle and wrist are injured. It would be best to get an X-ray."

Director Liu nodded repeatedly, taking out his phone to call a car while asking his staff to fetch the first-aid kit.

Han Jingxue stood up, took two steps back, and gave her seat to a staff member.

Shen Yihuai had taken a coat from upstairs without her noticing and silently draped it over her shoulders.

Han Jingxue glanced back at him but didn't say anything.

Just then, a "click" sound came from upstairs as a door opened.

A flashlight beam shone through the crack in the door, followed by Jiang Yunyou's voice, still groggy from being woken up:

"What's all that noise in the middle of the night... Can't a person get any sleep...?"

He rubbed his eyes as he walked towards the stairwell, and when he reached the railing and looked down, he froze instantly.

"Holy crap—Su Yanhuan?!"

His voice suddenly rose, he was completely awake, his slippers slapped loudly on the steps, and he rushed down the stairs in three strides:

"What happened to you? Did you fall? Where did you fall?"

He squatted down next to Su Yanhuan, his brows furrowing as he looked at her, unable to speak from the pain. His voice was quick and urgent:

"Say something! Where are you hurt? Your foot? Your hand? Your brain?"

Su Yanhuan winced in pain, but still managed to retort, "You're the one with a problem in your head!"

Jiang Yunyou breathed a sigh of relief after being retorted by her: "Okay, you can still talk back to me. Looks like your brain isn't damaged."

Su Yanhuan: "..."

If you can't speak, sew your mouth shut!

Jiang Yunyou squatted down beside her, muttering to himself:

"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night instead of staying indoors...?"

Su Yanhuan's head ached from his nagging: "...Shut up!"

Jiang Yunyou, unusually obedient, shut his mouth, but his brows were still furrowed, and he squatted to the side without leaving.

In suite 301.

Gu Yan had just closed his eyes when a series of hurried footsteps and voices suddenly came from outside, followed by Jiang Yunyou's voice calling out, "Su Yanhuan—".

Shu Zi was awakened by the noise outside.

She stirred in his arms, hummed softly in her sleep, her eyelids still heavy, but her consciousness was already drifting away.

She mumbled something indistinctly: "What's going on outside...?"

"Something seems to have happened."

Gu Yan said something in a low voice, gently loosening his arms from around her waist, moving quietly so as not to disturb her too much:

"I'll go take a look."

As soon as he sat up, Shu Zi tugged at his sleeve.

She rubbed her eyes, propped herself up on the edge of the bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll go too."

Gu Yan glanced back at her, but didn't stop her. He handed her the phone from the bedside table: "Take this for light."

Shu Zi took the phone and turned on the screen. The two of them walked out of the second bedroom one after the other.

The living room was pitch black. Shu Zi used the light from her phone to feel her way to the door of the suite and opened it.

As soon as they went down to the second floor, they heard the door of the suite next door open with a "click".