In a society of indifferent bystanders, no one was willing to help such a vulnerable person.
A large crowd had gathered around. Some cast an unconcerned glance before walking away, while others stood by, watching the scene as if it were a show. Some even took out their phones to take pictures.
But no one helped him up.
The man could only struggle desperately. Under the scorching sun, his movements grew slower and slower, as if he were running out of strength.
Annabelle Linton frowned, bought a bottle of water nearby, and went over to help the man up.
The man seemed stunned for a moment before using Annabelle's support to get to his feet.
Annabelle helped him remove the mascot head, revealing a young man in his twenties.
Sweat poured from his head, and his face was beet red from the struggle.
"Thank you… HUFF… thank you…" the young man managed to say, his breathing ragged.
