As soon as he was rescued, Han Yingying and the others hurried over to check on him.
He snarled at them like a frightened wild animal, then retreated backward, his eyes still devoid of any sparkle.
"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you," the people gently soothed, inching closer to him.
But he dodged even further, his wariness growing.
Seeing that his retreat was getting more dangerous, Han Yingying quickly warned, "It's dangerous behind you."
The group, not daring to move any further, could only watch him with urgency and helplessness.
The boy, completely unaware of the danger behind him, kept carefully moving back, trying to put more distance between himself and the people.
The rescue workers knew they couldn't approach him head-on; they quietly circled behind him, preparing to forcibly take him away from the danger zone.
Just as the rescue worker was about to reach him, a strong aftershock suddenly occurred.
The shaky slab of stone behind the boy collapsed in an instant.
