"Come over, let me bandage it." Su Ming'an saw the blood on Su Luoluo's arm and asked her to sit down.
Su Luoluo sat next to him.
In the air filled with floating dust, they sat on the rubble, and he disinfected and bandaged her blood-soaked hand. This wound should have been caused by a shockwave, with several glass shards embedded in her arm.
Su Luoluo did not cry, watching quietly as he bandaged the wound. Behind her lay the bodies of her relatives and the ruins of her once cozy home. All the photos preserving memories, all the diaries she wrote as a child, all the little trinkets she cherished in an iron box had vanished.
"So I'm this insignificant," she whispered.
Su Ming'an paused for a moment but quickly resumed bandaging.
"I always thought that as long as I worked hard enough, anything was possible. I kept streaming to earn money desperately... building up my little home bit by bit, earning a little each day." Su Luoluo said softly:
