"I'm sorry!" Su Hai apologized politely and stepped back.
Shen Zian felt awkward, looked at her hand which had just touched his chest, with an embarrassed expression.
She really wasn't being a hooligan.
"Director Su, are you okay?" People were getting off the bus one after another, all wearing military uniforms, hurriedly approaching to check what was happening.
Su Hai waved his hand, "It's fine! The vehicle is here, let's go!" He said, leading the way towards the exit, with a group of people in military uniforms following him.
Today was the tenth anniversary of Shen Zian's sacrifice, which was why so many people had gathered from all directions. Everyone had a heavy expression and walked with urgency.
Shen Zian stood to the side holding a burlap bag, watching with open eyes, suddenly realizing she was no longer the Shen Zian she used to be.
