"I'm not an actress. I'm Emma Lin, an intern in the crew," Emma replied with a smile, looking away, waiting for the rescue.
Her phone ran out of battery. She couldn't contact anyone.
Her boyfriend would surely be worried and angry.
He would slap himself across the face every time he boiled with rage.
As long as he couldn't contact her, he wouldn't think twice of hurting himself.
"Why do you hit yourself when you're angry? You can scold me," Emma once asked him.
James glared at her and said, "What's the difference between beating you and myself? No, there is a difference. It will only hurt for a few days if I beat myself, but for a lifetime if I beat you."
Every time he said so, Emma curved her lips.
She had never met anyone who was so stupid. But this stupid man moved her deeply.
'James, I miss you,' she thought to herself.
"Emma, Emma, where are you?" There was a muffled wail. It was James. In her hopeful prayer, she heard James calling outside the ruins. He seemed to be fen
of the rocks.
He didn't care about himself. He only knew that the woman he loved was still alive, could sing, and was waiting for him.
The rescue team also rushed over to help clear away the rubbles. A group of abled survivors flurried in to join them.
Emma sang the song again and again, listening to the sound of digging outside. She felt at ease.
At last,
the stone blocking Emma and Roman was moved away, and a ray of sunshine shone on their faces.
The sudden light blinded them and prompted their hands to block the sun.
"Emma, come out. I'll carry you out." James couldn't see her clearly against the light, but it was indeed Emma.
Emma only saw a tall figure. He stretched out a pair of strong hands and hugged her.
"James," Emma murmured, tears streaming down her cheeks.
They caught each other in a reuniting embrace.
Emma was relieved she was finally again with the greatest support in her life.
He was the happiest thing that came into her life. And now, he saved her.
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