"Help me, help me…"
At this time, a faint cry echoed in her ears. This voice seemed to be transmitted from the bottom of a pile of ruins not so far away.
Yan Huan ran over following the origin of the sound. "Hey, are you there?"
Yan Huan knocked on the rocks.
"Help me, help, help me…" It was the same voice again, for sure it was the right direction.
Here was another victim.
"Come, come, help" Yan Huan shouted for help while her hand carefully moved the bricks and debris at the top.
"Help…" This person screamed again, obviously revealing a sobbing tone.
"Don't hurry, don't move. We will save you right away." Yan Huan listened to the voice, not knowing why but she felt like crying, worrying about the condition of that person. She recalled the bloody and vague scene of the man who broke his legs and the image of the two white leg bones.
