After recognizing her own feelings, Xu Xiuxiu seemed to relax instantly, and she dedicated herself even more to the flood relief efforts. During these bitter and painful moments, her heart oddly bubbled with a sweet flavor. Perhaps it was because of Song Yuanhuan's unyielding integrity that she, as a military wife, felt she should make an even greater contribution. Although these minor efforts seemed like a mere pebble thrown into the sea, the myth of Jingwei trying to fill the ocean is not achieved overnight, but through persistent effort.
Xu Xiuxiu might not have many skills, but her perseverance was certainly much stronger than that of many others, so she was very happy working hard.
"Here, can you give your hand to Auntie? Auntie will apply some medicine, and it won't hurt after that," Xu Xiuxiu said gently, sitting next to a little boy who had been rescued from a collapsed building, and she coaxed him with an extremely gentle voice.
