Watching that woman die in front of my eyes, but I can't help it. A deep sense of guilt stings in my heart. I'm really useless. If I had a little use, this woman would not have died so miserably. Although she is somewhat romantic, somewhat unreasonable, and even somewhat confused, but she is a woman after all, is a living life, the heroes of ancient times still see the road to help each other, although that kind of person is very rare now, but I still take such a person as an example.

It's just a pity that I don't have the ability to be a hero. Things are...