A young girl, only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a look of despair on her face, lay on the train tracks. The cold iron tracks, yet not as cold as her heart, she seemed to have completely lost the desire to live.

The railway began to shake, and from afar, one could hear the rumbling sound of a train. A train was racing towards her, and in less than three minutes, it would run over her, taking this life that hadn’t had the chance to blossom.

The girl closed her eyes, feeling her body trembling and waiting for the arrival of death. This train was death itself, and the time left for her was not much. She showed no sign of regret, as if she had already made the final decision.

Yet, even with such resoluteness, as she recalled something, a tear finally escaped from the corner of her eye, trembled off with the shaking tracks, and was carried away by the fierce mountain wind.

Time was slipping away quickly, death’s steps drew nearer, the tracks trembled more violently, and the girl turned her head, opened her eyes for a brief moment, only to see the massive train engine, like a starving beast, lunging towards her frantically.

A primal fear surged through her heart, and the girl couldn’t help but grip her hands tightly.

Death was truly terrifying. Even though she stubbornly pursued death out of despair, at the moment it approached, fear still arose.

If one could continue living, who would really choose to die?

The train had yet to arrive, but the violent wind stirred up by the friction of the train wheels and tracks had already rushed upon her, stinging her face sharply. Death was imminent; this terrifying steel behemoth would mercilessly tear her apart, with no hint of pity. The meaning of life had no meaning to it.

In an instant, the girl was incredibly tense, panic reaching its peak. She closed her eyes tightly and breathed heavily, as if struggling desperately like a drowning person.

From deep within her heart, she finally made an instinctual cry for help, "Can someone save me?"

This desperate cry often appears in the last breaths of life. At this moment, one’s will to survive reaches its pinnacle, but simultaneously, despair does too, because no one would be there to save her.

Life seemingly has a destined mechanism. When people are young, they recklessly squander it, not knowing how to cherish it. When they cannot withstand life’s blows, they might even choose to end it deliberately. Perhaps they don’t even realize how precious life is; compared to losing life, all suffering seems trivial.

However, when these young suicide attempts finally grasp life’s value, it often is too late for recovery.

Just as the steel beast was about to run over her, in that critical moment, the girl suddenly felt as if something had grabbed her. Her body was instantly lifted off the ground.

Was it... an Angel?

The thought flashed through her mind; it must be an Angel taking her to Heaven!

The train generated a fierce gust, stinging the back of her head painfully, as if reminding her, "Wake up, you’re still in the mortal world!"

She opened her tightly shut eyes and saw a young man in front of her. "So handsome, it must be an Angel." She stared at Lin Fan in amazement, momentarily forgetting everything else.

Then, she was pulled into his embrace by him, a pair of strong arms picking her up, turning around, and walking down the slope.

This princess carry was so full of security, she was instantly enveloped by an enormous sense of safety, warmth she had never felt before.

She couldn’t help but hug Lin Fan tightly, holding on so tightly as if afraid that this warmth would leave her.

Lin Fan took her to the bottom of the slope, away from the roaring train, only then did he relax. He placed her on a large rock, only after some struggle because she held on so tightly, ensuring she was seated before lowering his head to inspect her, finding her in a daze. Lin Fan thought she must have been frightened out of her mind.

"Don’t be afraid, you’re okay now," Lin Fan said gently, extending his palm to rest on her forehead.

A wave of warmth emanated from Lin Fan’s hand, covering the girl’s forehead, then spread throughout her body.

So warm! the girl thought. This was the first time in her life she felt such beauty in the world, that living was so beautiful.

Lin Fan then lowered his hand, crouching in front of the girl, their eyes meeting.

Lin Fan was momentarily at a loss for words. He was just driving properly on the highway, talking on the phone with Wei Qingxue just a moment earlier, and then he accidentally saw this girl lying on the tracks.

Without any hesitation, Lin Fan hurried over to rescue the girl. The train was coming fast, and because it was so urgent, even Lin Fan ended up in a bit of a mess. Finally, in the last moment, Lin Fan managed to pull the girl off the tracks.

Lin Fan hesitated to speak as he was still calming his emotions.

Being gazed at by Lin Fan, the girl’s face gradually flushed with two streaks of red, became a bit shy, lowered her gaze, and dared not meet Lin Fan’s eyes, her heart pounding quickly.

By now, she realized it wasn’t an Angel taking her to Heaven, but this handsome guy saving her back to the human world. In the moment when her life was about to end, her inner cry for life was answered.

Who is he? Even if he’s not an Angel, he must have been sent by Angels. He’s so handsome, so warm, like a ray of light shining into her dark life.

Lin Fan finally caught his breath and looking at the girl, said, "Young lady, you’re so young, what could be so unbearable?"

Lin Fan’s words seemed to pull the girl back to reality from a dream, that nightmarish reality.

Two streaks of tears flowed from the girl’s eyes, her face showing pain and despair, "Why did you save me? Wouldn’t it be better if I died? I just want to die; I don’t want to live anymore."

Lin Fan asked, "Do you really want to die so badly?"

The girl replied, "Yes!"

Lin Fan smiled, "But I’ve already saved you. What do you propose we do? The train has passed; do you want to go back and lie down again, wait for the next train?"

The girl let out a humph, stood up abruptly. She genuinely intended to return and lie on the tracks, but as soon as she stood up, dizziness overcame her, her legs grew weak, and she plopped back down.

Lin Fan had anticipated this, smiling, "Do you know why your whole body feels weak? It’s because you’re scared. This is your instinctual fear of death acting."

The girl disagreed, "If I was afraid of death, why would I try to commit suicide? I just don’t want to live anymore."

Lin Fan said, "Everyone fears death, even those who attempt suicide. Unfortunately, life often gives those who attempt suicide time to regret, but not the opportunity to, because that time is too short to recover from."

The girl admitted that Lin Fan was right. Just moments ago, she had a frantic longing for life, a longing that once arose, took root, and started to grow. She spoke of wanting to attempt suicide again, but her body was honest; she could no longer take that step.

Seeing her emotions stabilizing, Lin Fan asked, "Tell me, why did you want to commit suicide? Was someone bullying you? Let me know, and I’ll help you out!"