"Wind will not fix concrete. Save your strength for things that deserve your effort."
Qin Yu pressed her lips together and nodded.
The truck crawled forward.
The rear wheels hit the crack.
Concrete broke.
The back of the truck dropped with a violent lurch.
Screams tore through the cargo compartment.
Tang Li Yue slammed into the side rail hard enough to bruise her shoulder. Lu Chengran caught her before she could hit the floor, one arm locking around her waist while his other hand grabbed the bench.
The truck tilted.
For one horrifying second, Tang Li Yue saw the brown water beneath the half-open rear door.
No.
Absolutely not.
She refused.
"Qin Yu!" she snapped.
The young woman reacted before understanding. Wind surged from her hands, not upward but toward the right side of the truck. It slammed against the cargo wall, pushing the weight away from the broken edge.
Lin Shuying, seeing it, grabbed one of the exposed metal rails and released a flicker of blue current.
