The helicopter landed on a flat surface, and as Zhongli Wuzhi sat inside, he spotted Lu Xiaoer…
He was stunned, taking a long time to come back to his senses. This Lu Xiaoer, with a face covered in dirt and sweat yet showing a gentle smile, was someone he had never seen before.
Gentle, then skilled; tired, but then determined.
From the moment the helicopter hovered over that cellar until it found a clear spot to land, his gaze was fixed on her, watching her move tirelessly back and forth within the disaster scene, her hair, tied back, now unintentionally coming loose…
"Mr. Zhongli, you can get off the helicopter now."
Zhongli Wuzhi wore a military uniform and a cap, after all, coming to a disaster zone wasn't suitable for wearing suits and shoes, nor was there need for airs and graces.
As he got off the helicopter and was about to head toward Lu Xiaoer, he heard a loud shout from the opposite direction,
"Is there anyone who can help? We have casualties here!"
