Zhao Shuzhuo’s eyes welled up with tears at the sudden turn of events. He lunged forward, his hands trembling as he tried to help Yang Xiaohua up, repeating incessantly, "Xiaohua, please, get up. Don't do this. You really mustn't do this..."
But Yang Xiaohua seemed set in her resolve; her frail body stubbornly resisted his assistance, determined to fully express her gratitude. With a heavy thud, she knelt on the floor and bowed her head to the ground. This act of thanksgiving was so resolute and intense that it struck Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo like a heavy hammer against their hearts.
Wang Jianguo felt a buzzing in his head. His eyes widened, his pupils constricted sharply, and a wave of intense anxiety and heartache surged within him. Without a second thought, he pushed off with his legs as if they were tightly coiled springs, launching himself forward like an arrow released from a bow. In a few strides, he was at Yang Xiaohua’s side.
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