"SONG XIAOLING!"
Yan Renzhong was unprepared for this situation at all.
He, Song Yaya, and the other people around them watched in horror as Song Xiaoling threw herself at the oncoming train at Platform 4.
A collision seemed to be unavoidable, but at the last moment, someone managed to drag Song Xiaoling into safety.
The train hurtled past the platform, then abruptly ground to a stop. The doors swung open, and a flood of people poured out.
Song Xiaoling was pressed to the ground by Shen Jingwei, whose heart almost leaped out of his chest in fright just now.
Song Xiaoling craned her neck with a lot of effort, only to look at the train parked at Platform 3.
The doors closed and it departed, carrying all her hopes with it.
Song Xiaoling let out a guttural cry filled with sorrow.
"Noo," she wailed. "Nooo... Let me die. I want to die. Nooo..."
At last, Shen Jingwei's thin rod of patience snapped.
