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The rain in Hengshi has finally stopped.

The dark clouds began to disperse from the west, and the sunlight poured down on the murky water, causing the water level to slowly recede.

At the temporary resettlement site, disaster victims wrapped themselves in blankets and lined up to receive hot porridge and drinking water.

The children were asleep in the dry tent, while the adults sat in folding chairs, talking quietly about their next plans.

Rescue forces have taken full control of the disaster area.

The army's assault boat formations shuttled back and forth in the flooded areas, checking on trapped people from house to house.

Armed police engineering machinery is working to clear the washed-out roads, and the roar of bulldozers can be heard from morning till night.

The fire truck was parked in a low-lying area, and its thick drain pipe stretched into the water like a giant python, pumping water out with a gurgling sound.

Helicopters from the Ministry of Emergency Management circled overhead, airdropping supplies to remote villages where transportation was disrupted.

Everything has settled into a well-organized disaster relief rhythm.

The drone formation from the Land of Light completed its final supply delivery this morning and quietly returned to base.

The pilots put away the remote controls, folded the drones, and put them back into the special transport box.

Those silver-gray rotors that had been flying for dozens of hours could finally stop and rest.

Yang Qian stood outside the temporary command post, watching the bustling scene for a long time.

Zhao Gang and his colleagues from the emergency response office discussed the next steps in the dredging plan at the command post.

Li Yunlong and his company's soldiers were moving newly arrived medicines.

Wang Dong coordinated the deployment of various forces over the walkie-talkie.

Nobody noticed him.

He zipped up his rain jacket to his chin, turned around, and walked towards his mud-covered lead vehicle.

"Gone?"

Master Liu was leaning against the car door, drinking tea from his thermos, when he saw Yang Qian coming over and asked her a question.

"I'm gone."

Yang Qian opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

Master Liu started the engine.

Forty-two heavy trucks from the Land of Light quietly turned around and slowly drove away from the assembly area along the county road.

There was no farewell ceremony, no group photo, and no one was notified.

The convoy was lined up in a row, just as neatly as when it arrived, except that the mud on the vehicles was thicker than before.

Yang Qian glanced at the assembly area receding into the distance through the rearview mirror.

That place is still busy, but it no longer needs him.

Social public resources should be reserved for disaster victims who need help more.

He made the decision to come alone, and he made the decision to leave alone.

The difference is that when he arrived, he only had forty-two cars and said, "I can't be sure."

As he left, he knew that a vast force was already protecting this land and its people.

At the same time, forces from all sectors of society are pouring into the disaster area in an even more powerful way.

Donation statements from major corporations appeared on the news channel's scrolling text.

Tencent announced a donation of 50 million yuan for disaster area reconstruction, and Sunac Real Estate Group dispatched ten large excavators to Hengshi.

Nadutong Express has opened a free transportation channel for disaster relief supplies.

Screenshots of donations from celebrity fan clubs began appearing in trending topics.

Donations from ordinary netizens through online donation channels of the Red Cross and the Charity Federation are steadily increasing.

Five yuan, ten yuan, fifty yuan, one hundred yuan...

The hashtag #GuangxiHengshiReservoirDamCollapse# remains at the top of the trending topics list.

But clicking through no longer reveals simple disaster reports, but rather increasingly positive images of the rescue sites.

Young soldiers carried elderly people through waist-deep floodwaters, firefighters took off their life jackets and wrapped them around children, and volunteers squatted at the resettlement site to prepare meals.

Among these images, you can occasionally see a few photos of logistics boxes from the Land of Light, but the photographers are clearly not from the Land of Light.

At the headquarters of the Land of Light in City A, Yang Qian jumped out of the passenger seat.

Pushing open the glass door of the building, I saw Su Xiaoran.

She stood right next to the front desk, seemingly not having gone anywhere.

"Director Yang, is everything done?"

Su Xiaoran looked at Yang Qian.

"Okay, it's all done. Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Yang Qian walked up to her and took the coffee she offered.

Su Xiaoran smiled.

In the past two days, she has been coordinating with the emergency response office, managing the supply chain, dealing with the media, and issuing announcements from the rear, single-handedly supporting the normal operation of the entire Kingdom of Light.

I also have to find time to respond to the overwhelming number of interview requests.

Yang Qian held her coffee cup in silence for a few seconds.

Every time he made those seemingly irrational decisions, Su Xiaoran was always there to back him up.

"All employees who participated in this rescue operation will receive an additional month's bonus."

Yang Qian said, "Everyone."

Rewarding such rescue operations with money does seem a bit tacky.

They went because they wanted to go.

But Yang Qian has always believed in one thing.

If we do nothing, it will only discourage more people.

Kindness needs to be seen, and efforts need to be remembered. This is not a transaction, but a matter of respect.

Su Xiaoran did not show any surprise.

"Okay, I'll inform HR."

Su Xiaoran looked down and made a note on her phone.

Meanwhile, those netizens who helped the Land of Light coordinate rescue information online were experiencing a collective emotional release.

The official Weibo comment section of the Land of Light has become a huge wall of good news.

Someone posted that their relative was rescued in Hengshi, but at the time they didn't know whose speedboat team it was.

Later, I heard from relatives that it was the drones from the Land of Light that first spotted them and transmitted their coordinates to the fire department.

Shortly after, the official account of the Land of Light Animation Studio posted a Weibo post.

"I'm A-Guang. I'm very sorry to take up some public resources here, but I still want to thank all the kind netizens for their help. It is because of your participation that I was able to save more people. Thank you."

There were no pictures, no videos, and the text was rudimentary.

But the shorter it is, the more it shows that every word is sincere.

Yang Qian shared the credit with every netizen who had helped her.

Old K also retweeted this Weibo post, with a very short caption of only eight characters: "Fight for a better world."