It was not as Qian Cheng said. The first person Ai Yu thought of contacting was not Wen Xiaowan and Shiyi, but Huajianzui.

Unfortunately, the message sent to Huajianzui fell on deaf ears, and no response was received for a long time. In light of the previous experience, Ai Yu did not hesitate to contact other people.

When Gu Ran received Ai Yu's message, he quickly replied, "She was in District 9, directing the evacuation and fighting the tsunami with all her might. I don't know where she is now. She might still be in District 9, or somewhere else. Can't you contact her?"

As he spoke, Gu Ran tilted his head to one side and gently pressed his temples with his hands. Two days of intense late-night work had left him feeling quite tired and sleepy.

"That's right." Ai Yu nodded helplessly in agreement.

Gu Ran thought for a moment and continued to suggest, "If the matter is extremely urgent and important, perhaps you could try asking Ling Shuangxi? Maybe she would know something."

"Okay, thank you!" After receiving this prompt, Ai Yu immediately sent a message to Ling Shuangxi.

At this moment, Ling Shuangxi's small studio apartment was completely silent. In the living room, Hua Jianzui's phone sat on the table, its notification light flashing continuously.

In the bathroom.

Hua Jianzui noticed the earphones on Ling Shuangxi flashing, so she leaned over and asked softly, "Shuangxi?"

Ling Shuangxi was seen wearing only a thin white nightgown, lying quietly in the bathtub.

Bright red blood beads kept oozing out of her skin, which was originally as white as snow, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

On the edge of the bathtub, there was a bunch of fresh flowers specially brought by Hua Jianzui. But perhaps because they had lost the nourishment of water, these flowers now drooped their heads, facing downwards listlessly.

Ling Shuangxi's consciousness seemed a little hazy. Her eyes were misty, and she kept staring at Hua Jianzui's face. The sound she made was as thin as a mosquito: "Hua'er..."

"Shuangxi, let's go to the hospital quickly, okay? Don't be stubborn anymore." Huajianzui looked at the scene in front of him with a worried look on his face and persuaded anxiously.

However, Ling Shuangxi just shook her head slightly and said weakly: "It's okay, this is not the first time this has happened, I'm used to it..."

As she spoke, she slowly raised her hand and tried to touch Hua Jianzui's cheek, but eventually her hand dropped down weakly, unable to bear the heart to dirty Hua Jianzui's face.

She must be in a very sorry state now. She didn't expect that after hiding for so long, she would still be spotted by Hua Jianzui.

"How long will this last? Are you cold? Do you need some water or something to eat?" Hua Jianzui leaned over the bathtub and took the initiative to hold Ling Shuangxi's hand. "Is this a side effect of Sariel?"

Ling Shuangxi wanted to pull her hand back, but at that moment, there was no way she could break free from Hua Jianzui's restraints. Her nose felt slightly sour: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while, sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong. Where's your blanket? I'll get you one. It's cold lying in the bathtub, and you're bleeding."

Ling Shuangxi moved her wrist, not wanting Hua Jianzui to leave. Hua Jianzui raised his eyebrows slightly, turned back, and covered Ling Shuangxi's hands with both hands.

"Shuangxi, are you really not feeling unwell anywhere else?" Huajianzui looked at the pale person in front of him with a distressed look on his face, his brows tightly furrowed.

Ling Shuangxi raised her head slightly and looked at her, forcing a smile and said, "It's okay, don't worry, it's just some minor side effects."

"This is considered a minor side effect! Why didn't you ever tell me about it? What if it continues like this..." There was a hint of complaint and worry in Huajianzui's tone.

Ling Shuangxi shook her head lightly and interrupted her: "It's really okay, don't make a fuss."

Hua Jianzui sighed helplessly: "I am your friend, is there anything you can't tell me?"

At this time, Ling Shuangxi shifted her gaze to the bouquet of flowers next to her that looked somewhat wilted and listless and asked, "This must have cost a lot of money, right? Flowers are so expensive these days."

Hua Jian Zui smiled and replied, "It didn't cost much. I just thought your place was too quiet, so I wanted to buy you some flowers to decorate your room."

However, Ling Shuangxi murmured to herself, "The cut flowers will soon wither and die..."

Hua Jianzui heard this and said to her seriously, "Even if they are not cut, flowers will eventually wither and die. But when they are given as gifts to others, they are given a special meaning and thus possess extraordinary value. They are remembered and their spiritual life is prolonged."

Ling Shuangxi was careful not to stain Hua Jianzui's white suit with her blood. She rolled her eyes and said, "Hua'er, haven't we sat down and talked normally yet?"

Hua Jianzui was originally observing Ling Shuangxi's skin. When he heard Ling Shuangxi's words, he looked up in surprise: "Hmm? What do you want to say?"

"Why do you like wearing white suits?" Ling Shuangxi asked cautiously, while observing Hua Jianzui's expression.

Hua Jian Zui raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment: "Because wearing a suit makes you look serious, and it's not appropriate for a woman to wear black."

Ling Shuangxi fell silent, then nodded: "Yeah." After a while, she asked again, "I don't think I've seen you wearing a skirt before. Don't you like it?"

"Wearing a skirt is troublesome. Actually, I have worn a skirt before. It was for a mission. I was partnered with Gu Ran at the time. Gu Ran ridiculed me for dressing like a primitive man, so I stopped wearing it." Recalling this memory, Hua Jianzui's face darkened. "Let's not talk about it. Not all women are suitable for wearing skirts."

"Then...you..." Ling Shuangxi encouraged herself several times but still couldn't say it.

"Hmm? What?"

"Nothing." Ling Shuangxi tried to pull her hand back little by little, but Hua Jianzui still held it tightly.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Can you pick one of those flowers for me?"

Hua Jianzui followed his instructions and plucked the most beautiful flower and handed it to Ling Shuangxi. However, he saw Ling Shuangxi put the flower between her lips and bit it. Hua Jianzui quickly went over it in his mind and confirmed that the flower was not poisonous. Then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you want to eat something? I'll make you something."

Unexpectedly, Ling Shuangxi suddenly gained strength and pulled Huajianzui hard.

The two kissed through the flowers, and Huajianzui widened his eyes in disbelief.

This action lasted less than a second.

The flower just fell into the bathtub and was stained red by Ling Shuangxi's blood.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time.