"Jing... Jihan..."
Shi Su stared at him woodenly, firmly believing that this was just a dream, her voice as she spoke was almost a murmur.
Even though she had hit her head on the ground when she fell just now, now it hurt and buzzed in her mind, the sound around her head was too noisy, it was like her small world had been firmly sheltered by the man on top of her, not even a shard of lamp glass could harm her.
But there was far too much blood on her body now, almost soaking through her light-colored clothes.
Yet she wasn't injured, not even a cut. Without that pain, does that mean this is just a dream?
"Has the ambulance arrived..."
"Quick, get people out, the old lady and her grandchildren are underneath..."
"Is that Mr. Jing? Wasn't he just at the front earlier? How suddenly is he here?!"
"Hurry, save people—"
