Wen Xian bit her teeth hard, yet tears still blurred her vision and fell.
Perhaps, if she hadn't met him, she might have been indifferent like those people, not caring about their life or death, keeping herself detached and unaffected.
But in this moment, she was filled with rage towards those people, and equally towards her former self.
No matter if they were rescuers, police officers, firefighters, doctors, or any other kind of contributors, they were all children to their parents, parents to their children, and husbands or wives to someone else.
There were never any heroes sent from heaven, only ordinary people who stepped forward!
Cheng Dongyuan just stood there, watching her figure disappear into the wind and snow, utterly frozen, the howling wind causing a sharp pain in his ears, yet he remained immobile for a long time.
...
As Wen Xian ran towards that car, amidst her tear-filled eyes, an image suddenly appeared in her mind.