Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

  Song Qingchun managed to squeeze to the front of the crowd. While she waited for the train to arrive, she pulled out her phone to check her messages.

  In less than a minute, the platform started to fill again.

  The speakers announced that the train would be arriving soon. Song Qingchun put away her phone to prepare to board the train. Before Song Qingchun realized what was happening, she was shoved forcefully from behind and sent flying beyond the yellow line.

  The incident was so sudden that Song Qingchun only managed to hear people yelling, "Be careful."

  She was about to tumble into the rails propelled by the momentum when someone from the crowd reached out to grab her arm. Amid the cacophony, she was pulled back into the crowd.

  The person’s first instinct was to save her, so he had not measured the force of his pull. Song Qingchun crashed into his chest and both of them collapsed to the floor. Several seconds later, the train sped into the station.

  The platform was silent for about ten seconds before the commotion started again. The kind-hearted in the crowd asked concernedly, "Are you two alright?"

  "I’m fine."

  The person who had saved Song Qingchun was a young fella. He grinned brightly at the crowd and jumped up from the floor in one smooth motion. As he patted the dust away from his clothes, he saw Song Qingchun was still lying dazed on the floor. He squatted down to help her up and asked, "Hey, are you okay?"

  There was still a trace of fear in Song Qingchun’s eyes. She turned mechanically to look at the young man, following his voice.

  Her gaze was blank and her face pale; she was obviously spooked by the sudden incident.

  The train slowed to a stop, and the doors opened. The crowd noticed the two’s relative safety and gradually filed into the train.

  Song Qingchun felt her legs going rubbery from shock. The young man pitied her in this condition, so he decided to help her to the best of his ability. He supported her as the two of them got onto the train.

  The train had passed two stations by the time Song Qingchun slowly recovered. The dangerous incident at the platform replayed in her mind in slow motion like in the movies. Her heart started to palpitate, and she broke out in cold sweat.

  If not for the young man who had reached out for her arm, she would have been a meat cake by now……

  Song Qingchun closed her eyes to calm her mind. After several deep breaths, she finally reached a state where she was operable. She then opened her eyes to look at her savior.

  The young man was around eighteen or nineteen. He was tall, and his face seemed to be ready to break into a smile any time. The young man felt her gaze on him and gave her another face-wide grin. "Are you feeling better now?"

  Song Qingchun responded with a smile of her own and replied, "Much better now, thank you very much."

  The young man started to blush when he saw her smile. He raised his hand rather awkwardly to scratch his head, and he replied in a stammer, "It— it’s nothing important. Don’t— don’t need to thank me."