As everyone frantically scrambled to evacuate the scene, Kris Cooper, dressed in a white shirt, went against the current like a fish swimming upstream. In his chest, his heart pounded desperately, so urgently...
His Vera...
"Vera, Vera, Vera..."
His voice was already incredibly hoarse. His chest ached as though half his heart had been cruelly torn away.
He regretted it so much.
Kris Cooper, you bastard, why didn't you get her a stand-in? So what if it meant delaying the movie for a few more days?
Kris Cooper, you bastard, why did you indulge her willfulness, letting her act in this damn movie?
Kris Cooper, why don't you just drop dead!
"Vera!" His body hit the ground once more as he desperately shouted her name. "Answer me! Answer me!"
His eyes caught a glimpse of a fragment of white clothing. Kris Cooper's eyes widened abruptly; he struggled to his feet and dashed towards it.
Through a cloud of dust, he saw a small figure lying on its side in a shallow pit.
