The girl in white looked astonished.
She had originally thought that like in the plays, a hero would come to her rescue.
But the man before her was in his thirties, with a reddened drinker's nose, a short and stocky build, and a face full of blemishes. He was revolting no matter how she looked at him.
It would be better to just die than to be saved by someone like him.
This wasn't a hero saving a damsel in distress, it was more like a bear doing the job!
She coldly watched the farce of "Bear saving the Beauty" that was unfolding before her eyes, a mocking smirk on her face. Seeing all this, almost identical to the outcome described in plays, she felt like throwing up.
The bear appeared valiant and stunningly heroic, defeating a group of thugs in just a few quick moves.
He gloriously flaunted his might and emerged entirely victorious.
In the end, the bear struck a pose he thought radiated casual elegance, raising his fist in a salute towards the girl in white.
