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He walked to the edge of the hole and reached out to touch the edge of the breach.

Bae Suzy.

"Hmm?" Suzy tilted her head cutely.

Do you think I've become an idiot after being hit by a flowerpot today?

"I won't allow you to talk about yourself like that."

"Otherwise, why would you treat me like an idiot? Do you really believe that excuse?"

"I will believe what you say."

Lim Ji-hoon: "..."

How come he never noticed how eloquent Suzy was before? Who exactly led her astray like this?

Give back the Suzy who used to be so afraid of the dark side of the entertainment industry that she would cry.

Suzy smoothed her hair and whispered:

"That flowerpot was meant to be thrown at me, I know." Suzy's tone was low, like a wronged child. "I have a duty to take care of you. I won't be less than the character I played, Hye-mi."

Lin Zhixun opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He took another look at the hole, which was about half a meter high and sixty centimeters wide, and could easily be squeezed through by bending over.

"Suzy."

"Um?"

Have you ever thought about this question?

"What's the problem?"

Lin Zhixun pointed to the big hole, then pointed to himself.

"Our room is separated only by a wall with a hole in it, and that hole is now big enough for a person to crawl through."

Suzy tilted her head slightly.

"What are you trying to say?"

"What I mean is—aren't you afraid I'll toss and turn in the middle of the night?"

Suzy's expression didn't change much.

"I'll block the way with the wardrobe when I go back."

Lim Ji-hoon: "..."

He glanced down at the wardrobe in Suzy's room.

It's made of wood, has a single door, is about 1.2 meters tall, and looks to weigh only 30 or 40 kilograms.

Lin Zhixun glanced at the hole again.

Then he looked up at Suzy.

He didn't say what was on his mind.

A woman who carries a stun gun actually thinks a wooden wardrobe can stop a grown man?

Your wardrobe isn't blocking people out; it's blocking your own psychological comfort.

Women are truly the most adept at deceiving themselves.

"Okay." Lin Zhixun decided to change his approach. "Then I'll ask you another question."

"Go ahead and ask."

"Eun-jung and IU, they'll be coming to your room, right?"

"Yeah, I come over to chat occasionally."

"What will they do when they arrive and see this hole?"

Suzy thought for a moment.

"Block it with a wardrobe."

"How about a party in my room?"

"Block it with a wardrobe."

Lin Chih-hsun remained silent for three seconds.

"So your solution is a wardrobe, right? No matter the problem, the answer is always a wardrobe?"

No, not at all.

"What kind of questions would you answer differently?"

If you were to ask me…

"What did I ask you...?"

"It's nothing."

Lin Zhixun took a deep breath.

Riddler, get out of Gotham.

No, it's the music scene.

He walked around to his bedside and sat down, smoothing the gauze on his head. To be honest, after chatting with Suzy for so long, his head did hurt a little, but not the kind of pain from a wound; it was a headache from being annoyed by Suzy.

He reached out to pull the gauze to let it breathe.

"Don't move."

Xiuzhi walked up to him with a plastic bag in her hand, containing iodine, cotton swabs, and new gauze.

Lin Zhixun was somewhat surprised, "Who gave it to you?"

"I asked the infirmary for it this afternoon." Suzy placed the plastic bag on the bed and opened it. "Lower your head for a moment."

Lin Zhixun obediently lowered his head.

Suzy stood slightly bowed in front of Lim Ji-hoon, a few strands of her hair playfully brushing against his nose, carrying the sweet scent of shampoo. Lim Ji-hoon's gaze drifted unconsciously, finally catching sight of the unripe fruit tucked into his collar.

Lin Chih-hsun looked away and silently recited a calming mantra.

Suzy touched the gauze very gently, slowly peeling it off the wound.

"Does it hurt?"

"Without ignorance, without anger, without desire, without wants."

"Hmm?" Suzy looked at Lim Ji-hoon with a puzzled expression, then realized something, straightened up, covered her neckline, and laughed, "Looks like I'm still quite charming."

But Lin Chih-hsun's next sentence didn't make her feel smug for long.

"I don't like women with thick legs."

Suzy: No, not at all.

She threw away the old gauze, cut a new piece, stuck it on the wound, and secured it with medical tape.

"Shh—be gentle."

"Bear with it."

"You just said you'd take care of me, how can you take care of a patient like this?"

"If you're not happy about it, just bear with it."

The process of changing the gauze takes about three minutes.

"alright."

Suzy put the used items into plastic bags.

Lin Zhixun reached out and touched the bandaged area.

"Your skills are quite good."

"I used to get bumps and bruises a lot when I was little." Suzy picked up the plastic bag and walked towards the cave entrance. "I'm going back now. You should go to sleep early."

Lin Zhixun sat on the bed watching the wooden wardrobe slowly move to the front of the hole.

The wardrobe is too short, leaving a large gap at the top.

Suzy's voice came from behind the wardrobe.

"It's blocked."

Lin Chih-hsun looked at the leaky "barrier," bit his tongue, and suppressed the urge to complain.

"……Good night."

"Goodnight." Suzy's voice was muffled, sounding like it was drifting from a great distance through the closet. "I'll come over tomorrow morning to change your dressing."

"Need not--"

"This is not something to be discussed."

The other side fell silent.

Lin Zhixun lay on the bed for a while.

He picked up his phone and scrolled through the behind-the-scenes photos of the scene they filmed today—the production team's official SNS account had already posted a set photo, a long shot of him lying in a hospital bed with Suzy sitting next to him.

There were only a few dozen comments, and the discussion wasn't very lively, since the entire South Korean public's attention was still focused on the Somali pirate incident.

Lin Zhixun turned over, and before he knew it, the time on his phone screen had jumped to 1 a.m.

He wasn't actually sleepy.

The wound on his scalp throbbed occasionally, reminding him that he had indeed been hit by a foam flowerpot today.

The room across the hall was quiet; there was no movement behind the wardrobe.

Lin Zhixun tossed his phone next to his pillow, closed his eyes, and what kept replaying in his mind wasn't the wound, but the scene on the monitor—the blood on Suzy's fingers as she knelt beside him, and IU's words, "After all, this isn't acting."

He rolled over for the third time.

Never mind, time for bed.

……

The knocking woke him up.

No, that's the sound of the wardrobe being moved.

Lin Zhixun opened his eyes. It was still dawn outside the window. He picked up his phone and lit it up.

6:40.

The wardrobe had been pushed open halfway, and Suzy was bending over, crawling in through the opening.

She was carrying the plastic bag containing iodine and cotton swabs.

"...6:40?" Lin Zhixun's voice was hoarse.

"I was worried about the long line at the dressing room later, so I changed it for you as soon as possible."

"Can't the medical staff just change the clothes? This is torturing a patient like this."

Hearing this, Soo-ji became somewhat smug: "This is a good thing. Let's see if you'll still try to show off in the future."

After she finished speaking, she sat down on the edge of the bed and opened the plastic bag.

Lin Zhixun sat up and rubbed his face.

When he looked down, he noticed a faint bluish ring under Suzy's eyes.

What time did you go to bed last night?

"12 o'clock."

Lin Zhixun glanced at her and sighed.

Human beings are always full of lies and deception.

I really want the Trisolarans to rule over all of humanity.