She, absorbed in her own thoughts, did not notice the many tiny pearls scattered on the staircase steps.
Already at the corner step, her foot suddenly slid, and then she tumbled backward, "Ah—"
Snapping back to reality, Tang Yuyan was so frightened her face turned pale, wanting to quickly grab the handrail beside her, but it was already too late.
"Thud, thud—"
Tumbling down the stairs one after another, Tang Yuyan clearly felt the back of her head hitting the marble steps repeatedly, dizziness washing over her, and by the time she stopped rolling, she had already lost consciousness.
In the corridor on the second floor, Nangong Mingchuan, as if he had heard a phantom, suddenly paused, hearing his wife's scream.
He thought he had heard wrong and stood frozen for quite a while before continuing forward.
When he descended two flights of stairs, he found at the very bottom, the familiar figure of his wife lying there.
"Yuyan!!"
