"Yingying!" Upon learning that Han Yingying was trapped under the rubble, Shen Mosheng's entire heart nearly stopped beating.
At the first opportunity, he rushed to Han Yingying's side, needing to see for himself that she really was safe and unharmed; otherwise, he couldn't be at peace.
"I'm fine." Seeing him covered in dust, with sunken eyes and red-rimmed sockets, Han Yingying felt extremely heartbroken.
"Shen Mosheng, have you been rescuing people day and night without taking proper care of yourself?"
She didn't need to ask to know the answer to that question.
Her man always put others before himself.
"I can't stop..." Shen Mosheng said in frustration.
Never mind stopping, he just wished he had more hands and feet, that he could save more people.
Hearing those desperate cries and seeing those lifeless bodies, he felt for the first time how weak he truly was.
If only he could be a bit faster, he could save more people...
