"Xiao... Xiao Huan..."
In the dimly lit room, Ye Shiyu's face was tilted amidst her disheveled black hair, her eyes half-open and weak, her usually deep black pupils now shattered, resembling a cracked crystal ball.
The faint light entering through the doorway reflected off the blood-stained blade in her hand, gradually illuminating the cuts on her palm and arm...
Yan Huan also clearly saw the carpet beneath her hand, revealing traces of still fresh blood.
No way, Ye Shiyu, are you serious!?
Looking at Ye Shiyu's wounds and the spread of blood on the floor, Yan Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, quickly turning back to speak,
"Call an ambulance!"
"Eh? Yes... yes."
Upon hearing this, the hotel staff quickly took out their phone to call an ambulance.
Immediately, Yan Huan briskly walked into the room to check on Ye Shiyu's condition.
Neither Sakuragi Hitomi nor An Le had anticipated Ye Shiyu's situation to be like this, stunned in place for a moment.
