If it weren't because he had followed Tang Yuxin out of the car, he might now be one of these people, alive or dead, torn limb from limb.
Out of more than thirty passengers, only eight survived, and they were all stuck in a crevice, surviving on a few bottles of water and scarce food.
Among them, only three were relatively unscathed, though they all bore many injuries, with countless broken bones. Sometimes, living in these conditions might seem worse than death.
But to live is to hold on to hope, only upon witnessing such horrific conditions can one truly appreciate the bliss of having life's flame lit within them.
Life itself is a blessing.
Of the thirty-odd people, only eight survived, five of whom had serious injuries. Their lives were currently hanging by a thread.
When Tang Yuxin returned, she fell ill. She was physically exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and the long-held pressure had suddenly overwhelmed her, making her gasp for breath, so she collapsed.
