Who moved her body?

"She's dead. She died in a car accident. Five years ago, on the day she was trying on her wedding dress, that day was July 22nd. A truck that shouldn't be driving on the city road hit her, and she died on the spot." Guan Jie was somewhat agitated, and the veins on his temples bulged.

Seeing that Shanshan seemed frightened by him, Guan Jie calmed himself down and said, "I know this is hard to explain, but I really feel that you are her. I'm sorry, I should leave now."

Shanshan did not organize Guan Jie to leave.

Papaya, who was frantically pacing around the stairwell, felt as if she had been granted a pardon when she saw Guan Jie.

"Why are you out here? What have you been doing...?"

Guan Jie released his hand from his nose, and Mu Gua had a bad feeling. She grabbed Guan Jie and ran downstairs, only letting go when they reached the barbecue area.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I was hit by Shanshan."

"Wasn't she drunk? Why did she hit you?"

"I covered her with a blanket and she punched me in her dream."

"Really?" Papaya asked, half believing and half doubting.

"real."

"Then why were you in her room for so long?"

"She keeps kicking off the blanket, so I keep covering her up." Guan Jie shrugged, looking helpless.

Papaya breathed a sigh of relief, then slapped his thigh and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Hey Zhao Ren, Zhao Ren, are you lucky or unlucky? Anyone who didn't know better would think you forced yourself on someone and got beaten up, hahaha, but who knew you got beaten up because you were covering yourself with a blanket... hahaha."

Just as Mugua was making fun of Guan Jie, the villa suddenly became noisy.

Xu Haiyang swaggered out of the villa, plopped down in a chair, and started rambling, "I was having a great time eating skewers with Dr. Chen when Shanshan suddenly fell ill. What a spoilsport!"

"Shanshan has fallen ill?" Guan Jie stood up.

"Why are you getting so worked up? This has nothing to do with us." Xu Haiyang gestured for Guan Jie to sit down. "None of you should admit to her drinking and eating barbecue here, understand?"

Papaya nodded vigorously, "I'd rather die than tell. But Dr. Chen could smell that she'd been drinking as soon as he arrived."

Guan Jie sat down silently. He knew that Shan Shan's illness had nothing to do with drinking; it must be his fault.

Xu Haiyang peeled off a chicken kidney and said, "Who cares? The smell of alcohol doesn't prove anything. She has a habit of drinking, right? Maybe she drank it all down on her own. Besides, is Dr. Chen going to dissect Shanshan just to prove that my barbecue caused her illness? Is that even possible?"

Papaya nodded in sudden understanding.

"That's right, that's right. It's such a shame to be wronged after we kindly gave her some food and drink. Luckily, the boss had the foresight to send her back. If it had been any later, things would have been very complicated."

Xu Haiyang took a big gulp of beer and confirmed Papaya's statement.

"That woman, Shanshan, try to avoid contact with her as much as possible. And you, Zhao Ren," Xu Haiyang said, turning to Guan Jie, "Don't let a pretty girl sway you like that. She's definitely not a normal person, you know?"

"Understood, boss," Guan Jie replied.

……

The lights on the third and second floors were on all night.

Guan Jie was sitting in the living room playing on his phone, but his eyes couldn't see what was displayed on the screen at all.

Xu Haiyang went to bed early. Mugua sat down next to Guan Jie and, seeing Guan Jie staring blankly at the short video playing automatically on his phone, said, "Why are you playing this too?"

"Ah, it's still early and I can't sleep, so I'm just browsing," Guan Jie explained.

"The boss said he'd get up in the middle of the night to go out and have fun, and told us to go to bed early too."

"Go to sleep, I'll watch for a little longer and then go to sleep."

Papaya stretched and stood up, looking at the nurses hurrying back and forth upstairs, and said, "I think this is going to be bad. It probably won't be quiet until the second half of the night. Then the eldest won't be able to get out."

"Miss Shanshan, what illness is so serious? It's been more than two hours and you're still not better." Guan Jie sighed inwardly, looking up at the nurses who were constantly fetching things from the second floor to the third floor.

"Who knows? But the security guard on duty tonight said that if Miss Shan doesn't get better in another hour, we'll have to go back to Desert Rock Island. It seems quite serious." Papaya shook her head and said sympathetically, "You know, Miss Shan is quite pitiful. How could she faint after just a few drinks and some skewers? I feel pretty guilty."

Guan Jie felt even more distressed.

He knew perfectly well that Shan Shan's coma was his fault, yet he seemed to know nothing at all. He didn't know why he had such a significant impact on Shan Shan.

"I feel guilty too," Guan Jie said.

Mugua patted Guan Jie on the shoulder and comforted him, saying, "Although we feel guilty, it wasn't our choice to let her come. Oh well, good people will be blessed. Go to sleep."

Mugua's departure plunged Guan Jie into renewed panic and uncertainty. He didn't know how long Shanshan would remain unconscious, or if she would ever wake up. He also didn't know whether he should rush to her side or stay away from her.

"I know I have some health problems, and it all started when you came into my life. I know my problems, but they don't, and they've been looking for me." Shan Shan's words echoed in Guan Jie's mind.

He hadn't realized that Shan Shan's problem was so serious, but only because she was Song Xiao Xian could Guan Jie exert an influence on her that no one else could understand.

"She is Song Xiaoxian." Guan Jie was even more certain.

The loneliness of keeping vigil was still as strong as it had been the night before. Guan Jie was almost completely immersed in the moment of Song Xiaoxian's death. He couldn't believe that Song Xiaoxian would leave him; he had never thought about it before. It wasn't until Song Xiaoxian was taken to the morgue that Guan Jie realized his own soul was weeping.

At this moment, Guan Jie's revived soul was once again thrown into chaos.

Why did Song Xiaoxian come back to life? Why did she appear on the desolate island? Why did she lose her memory? Why did she become Situ Feng's woman? Why was her memory always filled with love for Situ Feng? All these questions had been shackles on Guan Jie like chains all afternoon, but now, Guan Jie only wanted to know one answer—that she would wake up.

"As long as she's alive, I just want her to be alive, nothing else matters." Guan Jie said silently to the third floor, "If my presence is causing her any trouble, I'll leave once she wakes up."

Yes, the answer is no longer important.

Isn't living the better answer?

Guan Jie's phone suddenly went black, and the first floor fell into a mysterious silence, as if a barrier had been erected to isolate all noise that did not belong to this floor.

There was no time to count, so Guan Jie started counting in his head, "One, two, three..."

When he counted to 1,357, the whole villa seemed to laugh.

A soft but clear voice cut through all the noise and reached Guan Jie's ears: Shan Shan woke up.

Guan Jie stood up, bracing himself against the sofa armrest, and took a step forward, almost falling over.

Two lines of tears streamed down Guan Jie's face, but he smiled.

"Xiao Xian, you're awake! I'm so happy, really. Even though I have to leave."

Guan Jie went into his room, turned on the shower in the bathroom, and stood there and cried his heart out.