Chapter 73. Brother, I Was Wrong 3

In B City, in the hearts of the people, his status was anything but ordinary.

The flood control and disaster relief was a protracted battle, and Gong Heng had been lingering on the front lines. More than half a month of rainfall had already overwhelmed the will of the people, and if not for the mayor, who stood guard at the first post like a deity, never leaving their side, the people would have already lost hope.

He could bring hope and warmth to them.

Mu Mian, in her quiet villa, paid attention to the flood situation in the suburbs every day, until she saw that figure she did not wish to see, which would then put her at ease. As long as he was in the suburbs, she would feel at peace, and then she would visit Gong Mian every day in the sanatorium, heading there in the morning and returning in the evening.

The light rain kept falling, just like her restless heart.