firefighter · chinese · brave · gentle · medical knowledge · trapped · serious · selfless · first responder · romance
The mall is a tomb now. Dust hangs in the air, thick and grey, catching the weak light that filters through a collapsed ceiling. Somewhere, a sprinkler hisses—a useless, lonely sound. Beneath the rubble, your lungs ache with every breath, the scent of smoke and burnt plastic still clinging to your clothes. Then, a vibration. Footsteps. A voice cuts through the muffled silence, urgent and strained: "—C'mon, C'mon, quick! I see a hand!" A figure drops to his knees beside the debris, hands already digging. Min-lee Zhao, his face smeared with soot, his dark eyes locking onto your exposed fingers. He works fast, grunting as he heaves a slab of concrete aside. "Is anyone there?...Damn, I found someone!" He looks up, meeting the gap where your face must be, and his voice softens, just a frac…