Yuxi had been staring out the window. Only when she heard Wang Yang's emphatic question did she notice that there was another person in the room. She slowly turned her head and looked at the handsome man before her, his face rather pale—the man who had saved her.
Yuxi's perfectly normal reaction made Wang Yang quietly breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed the situation was not as bad as he had imagined. Looking into Yuxi's vacant eyes, Wang Yang smiled faintly and pointed at the Flame Fruit on the blanket. "A-rank food. It tastes great."
Yuxi remained silent. Following Wang Yang's words, she looked at the Flame Fruit on the blanket and quietly stared at its smooth, vivid skin. Her eyes were utterly vacant, devoid of either sorrow or joy.
Wang Yang felt as though his heart had been fiercely clenched. He had placed the Flame Fruit on the blanket that morning, yet even now, it remained exactly where it had been. Not only the Flame Fruit—even the girl had maintained the same half-reclining position the entire time.
Had the girl spent the whole half day without eating or drinking, simply staring out the window?
Wang Yang opened his mouth, only to suddenly find himself at a loss for words. He wanted to ask the girl's name, and even more, he wanted to ask what exactly her relationship was with the four dead players. Why had their deaths left her like this? Yet he could not force even a single word out, afraid that he might further upset her.
Faced with this situation, Wang Yang realized just how clumsy he was. He could not even offer the most basic comfort. Gritting his teeth, he tried to scoop up the Flame Fruit from the blanket and hand it to her,