Yan Huan wiped her face again, smiling. She did not look pretty but rather in a mess. Before the sight of a catastrophe, there is no film celebrity, no woman, only a female soldier, although I have already been discharged from the military.
Yan Huan cracked a smile, but at this moment, her eyes were fogged up. The feeling of experiencing life and death, regardless of whether it was herself or others could not be put into words with a touching response anymore.
She turned around again, and joined the rescue team. At this juncture, a middle-aged man in front of her looked over his shoulder, and was instructing others to lift the floor slabs which were blocking the bottom.
"Start from here and focus on this part." He said as he was holding one side of the floor slabs. At this point in time, only his regularly straight back could be seen.
