Su Jie and I continued searching along the beach, but unfortunately, we didn't find any other survivors or corpses.

However, our efforts weren't in vain—I actually picked up a fire axe on the beach, possibly one of the rescue team's tools.

This made me exceptionally happy; with this tool, many tasks would become much more convenient.

Originally, we planned to keep walking, but the weather suddenly changed.

The previously clear sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, the temperature plummeted, and cold winds whistled in. Strange sounds echoed from the nearby forest.

I thought it might be about to rain, so I hastily pulled Su Jie back.

The best course of action now was to seek shelter in the cave.

I couldn't afford to let myself get soaked in the rain; with limited medical facilities on the island, even a minor cold could be lethal.

We almost ran back to the beach, and I planned to call on Xu Xiaorong and the others. Although I wanted to witness their misfortune, I couldn't let them suffer unnecessary troubles.

I intended to have Su Jie invite them to take shelter in the cave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as we returned to the beach, Qianyi came over, looking at me with teary eyes, pleading, "Brother Xiongwei, please help us. Miss Xu's ankle is severely twisted. It's swollen, and even a slight movement causes her intense pain."

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I looked towards the campfire and saw Xu Xiaorong leaning against a rocky mound, carefully holding onto her legs, persistently looking at me. "Qianyi, you're back. We don't need his help!" she said firmly.

Thinking of Xu Xiaorong's twisted ankle, which happened twice yesterday, the second time being related to me, I shook my head and walked over.

I lowered my head to look at her foot; indeed, it was swollen significantly. I asked, "It wasn't this swollen last night. Did you twist it again today?"

"Just now, Miss and I went into the jungle to find food. She accidentally twisted it..." Qianyi weakly explained.

I looked around, and there was nothing by the campfire. It seemed that they returned empty-handed. At this moment, Hu Yijian wasn't as arrogant as before, just sitting by the rocky mound, head down, like a retracted turtle.

Seeing his appearance, I felt quite satisfied.

I guessed that this time, Xu Xiaorong might have realized Hu Yijian's true colors.

However, he glanced at me with eyes full of coldness and resentment. I felt that this guy might still be thinking of revenge against me.

"Now that you've twisted your ankle, I need to help set it. It might hurt a bit," I said to Xu Xiaorong.

Although she just claimed she didn't need my treatment, she blushed and extended her beautiful leg towards me.

I wanted to mock her a bit, but I held back. This girl had thin skin, and if I really teased her, she might get angry and cry.

I grabbed Xu Xiaorong's foot. Her legs were long and slender, her feet beautiful and smooth. Truly a goddess among girls. I couldn't help but compare her to Qianyi.

Xu Xiaorong was the kind of beauty who appeared flawless, with a fiery figure and a perfectly exquisite face. Especially her pair of milky-white long legs—they could probably be played with for several years.

Qianyi, on the other hand, was one level below in terms of facial features, but she had a kind of elegant charm. Every move she made seemed pure, evoking a sense of pity.

At this moment, holding Xu Xiaorong's beautiful foot, I almost had some inappropriate thoughts again.