Zhang Wei Qiang was now only a few steps from the small ledge where everyone was gathered. A sound from behind made him turn instinctively. He watched the bus plummet until it disappeared from view, the sound of everyone's sharp, collective gasp unnervingly clear in his ears. He stopped climbing, freezing in place, and remained stiffly motionless for a long, long time.
"Mommy—!" On the small ledge, Yao Hui Zhen's daughter, Liu Li, let out a piercing shriek.
Watching her sob so wretchedly, the others couldn't help but feel a mix of sorrow and pity. At the same time, they all thought that if it weren't for Zhang Wei Qiang, that woman's fate would have been their own. With that thought, their gazes toward the still-frozen Zhang Wei Qiang—his face a mask of complex emotions—filled with gratitude.
