Fu Ying didn't sleep well last night, tossing and turning in bed, thinking several times of picking up her phone to call him, but held back, figuring he might be busy.
When she went to bed, he was unknowingly at some location in the city, conducting a rescue operation.
At night, when everything was silent, several fireflies flew into the firefighters' dormitory and landed on the window. Just as Shen Liguang had a moment to call the girl, the alarm bell rang again.
Fire gear was stripped off and put on again, and in seconds they were dispatched.
The fire truck was very quiet, no one wanted to waste their energy talking, each one's face stern, a stark contrast to their usual joking demeanor.
"Hey, do you remember the girl we rescued during the day? She was really pretty."
"What does her being pretty have to do with you?"
"Can't I just mention it? What if today I played the hero and she pledged herself to me?"
"Keep dreaming."
