Seeing this, the young men held Xing Chen down tightly. Dahai said anxiously, "Xing Chen, don't be like this. Qiao An loves you so much. She doesn't want you to be sad."
There was a shortage of water on the mountain; the only water source was only enough for living and drinking. It was not enough to extinguish the fire. The villagers had to go far away to carry water.
However, the enthusiastic villagers were not afraid of the hardships of the conditions at all. They carried the buckets they had brought and ran to find water.
At this moment, the scene was very chaotic. Some people were putting out the fire, and some people had to desperately stop Xing Chen who had gone berserk. At first, there were only two or three young men holding him down. Later, there were five or six young men holding him down. He was like a crazy beast, roaring at the top of his lungs and punching the ground helplessly.
