After Chu Xing left, Song Mai was restless and unable to concentrate on anything.

Ji Feng felt uneasy seeing such a worried look on his face, and subconsciously said, "Don't worry, President Chu is a lucky person."

"This trip is extremely dangerous; we don't know what the outcome will be."

She turned to look at the crowd, her heart filled with immense sorrow.

In the face of disaster, everyone is as insignificant as an ant that can be crushed at any moment.

Even so, people still cannot unite to fight the disaster; that's human nature.

It is the most tragic thing in the world that so many people are homeless and we are powerless to help them.

Ji Feng sat down beside her and handed her a glass of water: "Don't worry, there will always be a way."

Even so, this did not put Song Mai at ease.

After an unknown amount of time, as the sky gradually began to lighten, Song Mai finally received news from Chu Xing.

She gazed at the helicopter circling in the air, and a smile finally appeared on her lips.

As long as Chu Xing is safe and sound, she can rest assured.

The next second, the smile on her face suddenly froze, and she looked around in a panic.

The world began to shake, and everything swayed without any rhythm.

Another earthquake struck.

My worst fears came true.

The plane lost signal and was unable to land, circling in the air. Unfortunately, it was about to run out of fuel.

Song Mai could only frantically evacuate the crowd and search for cover while glancing distractedly at the helicopter not far away.

She frowned nervously, watching helplessly as the plane crashed into the sea.

"Chu Xing—"

She screamed in despair, trying to run to the beach, but the next second a strong hand grabbed her arm tightly.

"Don't you want to live anymore?" Ji Fenghe's furious voice came from beside her, and he pulled her aside.

"I have to go save him!"

Song Mai struggled desperately to break free and run away.

Ji Feng shouted, "When an earthquake strikes, only those who survive can save others. Don't you understand that?"

There is hope as long as one is alive. Song Mai looked back in despair, as if she had lost all her strength in an instant.

Ji Feng pulled her behind cover and held her tightly in his arms.

She was completely unaware that she was being protected at this moment, her mind filled with concern for Chu Xing's safety.

She didn't know how long she had been hiding, but when she sensed that the ground had leveled out, she ran out in a panic.

The already erected tent complex was torn to pieces, and everyone involved suffered injuries of varying degrees.

Those with minor injuries began to help the refugees trapped under the rubble. Song Mai looked at the calm sea and felt like crying.

At this moment, she was in utter despair. A helicopter crashed into the sea and left no trace whatsoever.

She was devastated and desperately tried to rush into the sea to look for the helicopter.

Ji Feng followed behind her, shouting frantically, "Go ahead! Go die with him! So many people are waiting for your help, are you just going to watch them all die together?!"

Seeing that the seawater had already submerged Song Mai's waist, Ji Fenghe took a deep breath, suppressed his heartache, and held her tightly, refusing to let go no matter how much she struggled.

He led Song Mai to the shore, tenderly holding her cut hand, and whispered, "The plane has crashed into the sea, and it's a near-certain death. If he's safe and sound, he's incredibly lucky. Since he was able to return safely, it means the government has agreed to our demands. Now we just need to wait for the government's rescue, and everyone can survive."

"Chu Xing..."

Song Mai muttered to herself and slumped to the ground.

It turns out that when people are extremely sad, they can't cry.

She could only stare blankly at the sea, her mind a complete blank. She was truly powerless; she couldn't save Chu Xing, nor could she lead all the refugees to safety.

Perhaps this is her destiny; nothing she wanted to hold onto could be salvaged.

Ji Feng looked at her with heartache and couldn't help but ask, "Perhaps there's still a chance for things to turn around?"

"Yes, you're right. He can swim, and he might already be on shore."

Such words were undoubtedly self-deception. Ji Fenghe knew that she was unable to see clearly because of the shock she had suffered. He looked at her with heartache, but could only agree with her.

Song Mai slowly got up, like an emotionless machine, sluggishly cleaning up the mess before her and joining the crowd of people helping.

The government plane soon appeared in the air. Song Mai looked up blankly, unsure whether to cry or laugh.

A man in a suit and tie approached Song Mai and Ji Fenghe, looking at their disheveled appearance with a guilty expression, and asked.

"I'm so sorry, you've had a hard time these past few days. It was our fault for not being able to entertain you properly and for not knowing us in advance."

"Is your guilt only because of the poor hospitality?" Song Mai asked coldly, her tone completely flat.

She sneered. If it weren't for their inaction, why would Chu Xing have risked leaving?

The refugees were seriously injured, resulting in heavy casualties.

This situation could all be salvaged. If it weren't for these smiling tigers in front of us, how could we have ended up in such a state?

The man subconsciously lowered his head: "Many areas have been affected by disasters to varying degrees, and we simply cannot take care of them all."

"This is the heart of the disaster area, don't you know that at all?" Song Mai was no longer willing to believe these meaningless words.

She quietly led the man to the girl's side. The girl's face was ashen, and her eyes were tightly closed.

Because of the intense pain, her fists were clenched, and her expression was extremely ferocious.

She lay there quietly on the ground, with her favorite toys and candies laid out beside her.

Song Mai, pulling the man along, pointed angrily at the girl on the ground: "If you had come sooner, she wouldn't be in this state. So many lives at stake, don't you really care at all?!"

Faced with Song Mai's accusation, the man subconsciously frowned and said in a low voice, "This is not something we can control. In the face of natural disasters, every life is extremely fragile."

"So you hide in a safe place, quietly waiting for the natural disaster to pass, and then hypocritically come to clean up the mess, leading the few remaining people to achieve your so-called success."

Song Mai's words were so blunt that Ji Fenghe subconsciously frowned.

The man, enraged, said sternly, "Miss, we'll let this go because you're from Yunxing Group. But I hope you'll watch your words and stop spouting nonsense."

"Nonsense?" Song Mai sneered.