An Yiqing silently nodded, looking at the disaster victims lying by the roadside, her heart growing heavier.
The injured in Qingshui Town had already been initially treated. An Yiqing checked around and found that no one was experiencing persistent high fever, which put her mind at ease. After bidding farewell to the soldiers in charge of the rescue, she rode a motorcycle with her little junior brother to the next location.
Along the way, she had no idea how many people she had saved, or how much blood had stained her. The painful wails weighed down her heart, and An Yiqing suddenly wondered if all these disasters were truly just nature's punishment? Or was there some kind of fate coldly watching them from the sky?
Slowly lifting her head, An Yiqing looked at the azure sky, her heart oppressed.
At that moment, the corner of her short-sleeve was suddenly tugged. An Yiqing collected her thoughts, glanced down, and was startled to see a little boy tugging at her sleeve.
