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"Wait a moment, Qingyue. It's just perfect, I've already found a clue to leave this place. It turns out this bathtub is the key..."
However, as Xu Xiangyang was about to walk behind the girl, his voice stopped abruptly, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Indeed, the bathtub was filled with clear water, but the ripples were not the color of clarity, but a light pink.
Zhu Qingyue's fair wrists hung in the water, with a gash cut into her delicate skin, from which strands of blood seeped out, floating to the surface—
"What... what are you doing?"
Xu Xiangyang was so frightened his heart almost stopped.
Slitting... slitting her wrists?!
Why?!
Was it because of too much sorrow or depression? Was it my fault? Did I make her sad? Did I do something to wrong her?
Could it be... due to that argument before setting the bet, the one that happened between us?
