"Wanzi, quickly thank your brother; he's our family's savior!"
"Director Su, I will always remember this kindness. If you ever need help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask!"
"Yes, just say whatever you need. We would sell our pots and pans to repay this great favor!"
Su Mo said nothing, only nodded in response to the parents, patting one child's shoulder, stroking another's head.
Among so many parents, there was one couple who couldn't share in the joy.
After the hostages were released, the security forces took over the scene, and Nannan's body was also brought out.
Nannan's mother knelt beside her daughter, her eyes sunken and black, bloodshot and no longer able to shed tears — all had flowed dry at the moment of her daughter's death.
Nannan's mother caressed her daughter's little head, as if she were still alive, softly saying, "Nannan, don't be afraid, Mama is taking you home..."
