He Yue lifted her face, wiped the tears off her cheeks, and murmured to Ning Chenyang, "Is this true?"
She was already homeless, and at this moment, her brother's life or death was also unknown. She really needed a home, a refuge.
"It's true. I'm not lying to you!" Ning Chenyang raised his hand to help wipe her tears and said, "Don't cry. It's not very safe here now; I need to move you to a safe place first."
"Mmm-hmm," He Yue agreed through her tears.
But when the warriors went to carry away the bodies of He Fusheng and Liang Xiuzhu, He Yue collapsed in tears, heartbroken, like a person made of tears.
Ning Chenyang spent a great deal of effort to separate He Yue from the two corpses, and he carried the nearly fainting He Yue to the safety zone.
In the three days after the disaster, Qin Jian had been holding the line with the warriors on the front line of the earthquake rescue. The continuous aftershocks made the disaster area perilous.
