"Little Xing, take a break." He Shuilian told Yuan Xingxing after seeing how exhausted she was.
Yuan Xingxing shook her head. "No. Mom, look. Those older boys are working so hard."
He Shuilian looked down. There were constantly martial policemen and soldiers bringing relief supplies while wading through the water. Many people were familiar with them. They had familiar faces, names, and smiles. But most familiar to them was the smiling faces that forever smiled at them despite being utterly exhausted.
He Shuilian sighed. "They are all good people. Xingxing, when you grow up, why don't you be a soldier?"
"Yes! I'll be a soldier! Furthermore, I want to help even more people! Since they aren't resting, I won't rest! By the way, Granny Zhang's family seems to be out of water. I'll boil some and bring it to them." With that said, Yuan Xingxing began busying herself.
