She shook her head."
Cao Qiushui was excited. She patted her chest and said," I saw him clearly. He looks like a man." He should be a northerner with an especially tall build. When he carried you away, you were like an eagle catching a chick... It's extremely mighty..."
"You're looking at it so carefully. Don't tell me you still want to devote yourself to me?" She laughed.
Cao Qiushui made a face and said,"He doesn't leave his name behind when he does good deeds. He saved so many people, but no one knows his name." Even if I want to, I can't find anyone!"
In Yang Jiahui's memory, the face that had saved her life had troubled her for many years. In times of danger, that person had given her a sense of security.
This spirit of saving people in danger had inspired her for many years.
Regrettably, no one knew who it was.
That year, she had just turned fifteen.
