However, unable to keep his bnce, the boy began to fall backwards, iling his arms as he began


    his descent.


    Wesley reacted quickly, before the boy could be street pizza. One hand clutching the window


    frame, he bent forward and caught the boy’s arm with his other hand just in the nick of time.


    Everyone held their breath, hearts beating fast. The boy’s hysterical wailing echoed through the block,


    making the atmosphere even more tense.


    Eyes brimming with tears, ir crossed her hands and prayed again and again in her mind. She


    suddenly realized that Wesley was truly a soldier, and he’d be going out on missions even more


    dangerous than this one. Her heart ached, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrobly. ‘Wesley,


    my hero, please stay safe!”


    Now the soldier himself was in danger too. Half of his body hung in the air, thirteen stories up. One


    hand was on the window frame and the other gripped the boy’s Little arm tightly, so he could do nothing


    but wait for the fire fighters.


    ir wished she were Supergirl, so she could fly up to them and save them all.


    While Wesley tried tofort the little boy, the professional rescue team shattered the lock on the door


    and was able to enter the apartment. They rushed over to the balcony, stuck their heads out through


    the window, and pulled Wesley and the boy up, making sure they were safe and sound.


    In the end, Wesley and the boy were both saved. The crowd cheered and pped their hands in


    excitement. ir heaved a deep sigh of relief, feeling proud and moved.


    Soon enough, a middle-aged woman ran into the building, crying loudly.


    People said she was the boy’s mother.


    A few minutester, ir saw Wesley emerge from the building. He looked absolutely fried, and his


    clothes were ck with soot and who knew what else. Some people took out their phones, wanting


    pictures of the big hero. But Wesley merely held out his hands to block them. He did what he was


    supposed to, and needed no praise.


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    ir silently followed him to his car. When Wesley found ir wasn’t waiting for him in the vehicle, he


    looked around. Just as he turned, a woman threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly. The


    unexpected move activated his defense mechanisms, and he balled a fist, ready to fight.


    However, when the familiar scent hit his nostrils, he rxed and wrapped his arms around the woman’s


    slim waist instead. Feeling the softness of her body, he asked in a hushed voice, “Wh-what… What’s


    up? You okay?” This unexpected disy of affection, her sudden hug, had thrown him off.


    ir just wanted to hug her beloved hero. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.


    “Nothing.”


    When she finally pulled away from him, she saw the stains on his uniform. She helped him dust off.


    Wesley looked down and found his coat was stained from his rescue attempt.


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    Then he looked at ir’s coat. Luckily, he didn’t get her dirty. He took his coat off and threw it into the


    back seat.


    Seeing that he was wearing only a short sleeve tee, ir asked with concern, “Aren’t you cold?”


    He shook his head.


    “Not at all. Why?” Thanks to his military training, he wasfortable in all sorts of harsh environments.


    They got in the car. ir asked tenderly, “That was pretty intense.


    Were you scared?” If she were to hang off such a tall building, she couldn’t even bear to open her


    eyes. That was just one difference between her and him.


    Wesley said casually, sixty-three stories.”


    It was only the thirteenth floor. I once climbed


    ir was utterly shocked. ‘Sixty-three?!’ She could hardly believe her ears.