The visual system in the room switched on, presenting a clear image: it was Yan Xixi, lazily leaning over the railing on the second floor and looking down. Although her forehead was bandaged, she was clearly alive and in good spirits. Her clothes were tidy, and she appeared clean and alert.
She was leaning over the railing, her hand outstretched, as if she wanted to touch the high chandelier or say something to the cleaning lady downstairs. She didn't look desperate or haggard at all; instead, she exhibited the playful and lively spirit of a child.
If not for the bandaged injury on her head, one might have thought she was living quite happily in that room.
"That's right," Wan Donglin said. "My girlfriend did fall a few days ago and sustained minor injuries. It was just a few skin scrapes, absolutely not life-threatening. Gentlemen, are you relieved now?"
