All around, the steel frames collapsed layer by layer like snowy mountains.
Phoebe grabbed the backpack from behind and hugged it to her chest.
BOOM!
A loud explosion caused a secondary collapse at the scene. No one could see clearly what was happening; the crane's hoisting head was swallowed up by the rising dust.
Anton frowned and stood frozen in place. The dust stung his eyes, but he still didn't close them, just stared into the cloud of dust in front of him.
Finally, the dust began to settle.
A figure gradually appeared in people's sight, and the faint sound of a puppy barking could be heard.
"Woof... whimper..."
The little guy was clearly a puppy, and there was a soft whimpering tone to its barks.
Then, people finally saw clearly the person in mid-air.
Phoebe was covered in dust, her hair and face were also full of dust. From the backpack she held in her arms, a fluffy little head slowly poked out, curiously observing its surroundings.
