A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

"Nianci, what are you doing?"

Lin Wenjun noticed Su Nianci's gaze, and her heart jumped into her throat instantly, her voice filled with tension and unease.

Inside the carriage, everyone was still reeling from the shock. They were all checking their belongings, tallying their losses, or muttering curses at the refugees outside. No one noticed the resolute glint in the eyes of a five-year-old girl in this corner.

Su Nianci did not answer Lin Wenjun.

She simply and silently pulled the cloth bag containing the food out from under the seat.

Her movements were very light, but in the deathly quiet carriage, they still attracted the attention of several passengers around her.

"Hey, young lady, what are you doing? Hide your food properly! Isn't it messy enough already?" A man next to him whispered irritably. He was furious because a dark hand had snatched the bag of fried corn he had left on the windowsill.

"Exactly! They can't even feed themselves, yet they care about the lives of others? What kind of people are out there? They're like starving beasts! Give them a little something, and they'll pounce on you and devour you whole!" Another woman who had lost half a pancake chimed in, her voice filled with disgust and fear.

These words are harsh, yet incredibly realistic.

Lin Wenjun grew anxious. She pressed down on Su Nianci's hand and pleaded, "Nianci, listen to me! I know you're kind-hearted, but now is not the time! We can't help them! Taking out the food will only get us into big trouble!"

Su Nianci raised her head and glanced at her.

That look in his eyes was terrifyingly calm.

"Sister Wenjun, what if it were me and my brother lying outside today? Would you just stand by and watch us starve to death?"

One sentence left Lin Wenjun speechless.

Will she...?

She didn't know. All she knew was that she didn't have Su Nianci's courage.

Su Nianci stopped looking at her and ignored the advice and warnings of those around her. She opened the cloth bag, which contained only a few simple items: half a roast chicken, three meat buns, and the large, white steamed buns that the train police had given her as a reward.

She didn't touch the precious roast chicken and meat buns, which were the lifeblood of her and her brother for the next few days.

Her hand reached for the few white steamed buns.

She took out two, hesitated for a moment, and then put one back.

In the end, she only took one.

A white steamed bun.

For those inside the carriage, it meant nothing. But for those outside the window, that one steamed bun meant a life!

She took the steamed bun and returned to the broken window.

Those outside immediately noticed what she was holding! Their previously indifferent gazes instantly turned ardent and greedy, like a pack of wolves smelling blood!

"Food! That girl has food in her hand!"

"Give it to me! Give it to me!"

"I'm here! Throw it to me!"

Countless dark, thin arms reached out toward her small window, waving and shouting, and the scene instantly became frantic and terrifying!

The passengers in the carriage were so frightened that they all backed away. Lin Wenjun was so scared that her face turned pale. She held onto Su Nianci's clothes tightly, afraid that she would be dragged out by those people!

"Nianci! Danger! Come back quickly!"

Su Nianci, however, turned a deaf ear.

Her gaze pierced through the frantically waving arms and precisely locked onto the mother holding her child.

The mother also saw the steamed bun in her hand. A heartbreaking, desperate longing burst forth in her eyes! She wanted to rush over, but was blocked by the crowded people. She could only stretch her neck, open her mouth, and plead silently.

It's now!

Su Nianci seized the opportunity.

She didn't throw it like a normal child would. If she had, the bun would have been torn to pieces by countless hands before it even hit the ground.

With all her might, she swung her arm in a wide arc, like throwing a precise grenade, and with an extremely tricky parabola, hurled the steamed bun diagonally upwards above the mother and daughter's heads!

The steamed bun traced a perfect arc in the air.

It bypassed the frantically reaching hands below and landed precisely in front of the mother!

"Clatter".

A soft sound.

The white steamed bun fell onto the dirty muddy ground.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

All the frenzied people stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes to the steamed bun.

The mother froze, as if struck by lightning. A full two seconds passed before she reacted, and like a crazed mother beast, she pounced and clutched the steamed bun tightly to her chest!

She didn't even bother to brush off the dirt; she hurriedly tore off a small piece, her hands trembling, and stuffed it into her daughter's open, unconscious little mouth.

The surrounding refugees reacted immediately and tried to rush forward to grab it!

"Get out of my way! All of you get out of my way!" The mother let out a shrill roar. With her frail body, she desperately protected the child in her arms and the steamed bun, attacking everyone who tried to approach her with her teeth and fingernails!

At this moment, she was no longer a person, but a wild beast protecting its cubs at all costs!

Perhaps they were frightened by her madness, or perhaps her screams of "Get out!" touched the last vestige of humanity in people's hearts. Those outstretched hands hesitated, and finally, slowly withdrew.

In her mother's arms, the little girl, on the verge of death, swallowed the life-saving steamed bun, and a faint cough escaped from her parched throat.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes.

Although still weak, a glimmer of life rekindled in those eyes.

He's alive!

The mother, looking at her daughter who had just woken up in her arms, could no longer hold back and burst into tears while hugging her!

The cries were heart-wrenching.

After crying for a long time, she finally raised her head, her red eyes looking through the crowd at the small figure in the car window.

Holding her child, she struggled and knelt down.

Then, he kowtowed heavily towards Su Nianci, again and again!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Her forehead was quickly cut open, and blood flowed down her mud-covered cheeks, but she didn't care.

As she kowtowed, she shouted loudly in a hoarse, broken voice:

"My benefactor! My little benefactor! I...I, Liu Xiu'e...and my daughter Niu Niu...thank you for saving our lives! We are...we are from Liu Family Village in Anping County...If there is an afterlife...we, mother and daughter...will be your oxen and horses...to repay your great kindness!"

Every word of these words seemed to be written in blood and tears, striking heavily on everyone's heart.

The carriage was deathly silent.

Those passengers who had previously criticized Su Nianci for being "womanly" and "causing trouble" now lowered their heads in shame.

They looked at the woman kowtowing repeatedly outside the window, then at the little girl inside the car with a calm expression, and were filled with mixed emotions.

This five-year-old child did what they couldn't.

Just then, the train let out another long "whoosh," the train jolted violently, and began to slowly move forward.

The power line has been repaired.

The train is about to depart.

The woman named Liu Xiu'e panicked when she saw the train was about to leave. She stopped kowtowing, grabbed her daughter, and ran after the train.

"My benefactor! Please remember me! My name is Liu Xiu'e! My daughter's name is Niu Niu! We are from Liu Family Village in Anping!!"

Her voice, amidst the clanging of the train, grew farther and farther away, becoming increasingly indistinct, until finally, along with her small, thin figure, it disappeared into the vast twilight.

Su Nianci stood by the window, looking in the direction where the figure disappeared, and remained silent for a long time.

She knew that her actions today were impulsive and risky.

But she doesn't regret it.

She saved not only a life, but also her own bottom line as a "human being" and her original aspiration as a "doctor".

What she didn't know was that the good deed she created by throwing away a steamed bun today would one day, in a way she could never have imagined, give her the most crucial... reward.

The train gradually picked up speed, and the scenery outside the window was quickly left behind.

The carriage remained quiet.

Lin Wenjun looked at Su Nianci's profile. On that tender little face, there was a calm that was completely out of character for her age and was heart-stopping.

She stepped forward and gently hugged the small body from behind.

"Nianci," she said softly, "you did the right thing."