"I'm fine, I know Shen Mosheng must be fine." Han Yingying stubbornly repeated, her tears seemed to be exhausted, and she couldn't shed a drop.

"Well, he's fine, he must be fine." Han Zishi also muttered and repeated, comforting Han Yingying and comforting himself.

Shen Mosheng must not have an accident, otherwise he is afraid that he will collapse.

"Brother, Shen Mosheng is fine."

"Yes, he's fine."

"Brother, I'll dig with you."

"Okay." Han Zishi picked up a shovel and handed it to Han Yingying, wrapping her hand tightly, wanting to give her strength.

However, both of them are so cold, neither of them can warm the other.

Han Yingying held a shovel and dug silently, without saying a word.

The boy looked at her, picked up a piece of wood from the side, crouched on the ground, and dug quietly.

For a while, no one spoke, and they were all digging in silence.

However, with the passage of time, everyone's expressions became more and more solemn.

Some even began to give up.

"It's been three days, it's impossible to live, give up."

"You are talking nonsense, Shen Mosheng must still be alive!" Han Yingying, whose eyes were bloodshot, suddenly turned her head, glared at the person fiercely, then turned her head and continued to dig desperately.

Those people are all liars, and Shen Mosheng must still be alive.

Looking at Han Yingying's appearance, Han Zishi was distressed.

But the only thing he can do is dig along and not give up.

Now all the words and comforts are incomparably pale.

Seeing this, the others had no choice but to continue to dig silently, although they were already hopeless.

After all, it's been three days.

Buried alive by a mudslide, it is a miracle to survive a day.

The excavation continued, and the atmosphere was suffocating.

Han Yingying is like having no feelings, and she doesn't stop for a moment.

The palms have long been worn out and bleeding, and the legs and feet are even more swollen, and it is difficult to stand.

But she didn't say a word.

Another day passed, and there was still no progress in the excavations.

But other rescue efforts have to continue, and the four days have already delayed a lot.

Although they didn't want to, they finally decided to give up.

"Han Yingying, give up, there's no hope......"

"Shen Mosheng promised me, and he never broke his promise. Not before, and not ever. Han Yingying buried her head and continued to dig, stubbornly believing that Shen Mosheng was still alive, and stubbornly refused to give up.

"We also want him to live, but it's been four days, and there's no hope of survival. He knows that you must be distressed to death if you are like this.

Just to put him at ease, give up, you haven't closed your eyes for four days and four nights......"

"Unless Shen Mosheng's body is placed in front of me, I don't believe him broke his promise." Han Yingying still stubbornly insisted, no matter who persuaded her, she didn't listen.

Unable to persuade her, the others sighed helplessly, left enough water and rations, and evacuated.

Only Han Yingying, Shen Xinghan, Han Zishi and the little boy were still digging silently.

Night gradually falls, dyeing the earth black, as if trying to swallow people up with darkness and despair.

But those who have obsessions in their hearts are not affected at all.

Shen Mosheng, don't lie to me, don't break my promise, don't leave me alone, don't make me sad.

Shen Mosheng, if you dare to leave me alone and die, I will never forgive you.

The palms hurt to the bones, but Han Yingying was full of Shen Mosheng.

She always thought that she just liked Shen Mosheng, but she didn't fall in love yet.

Now I know how wrong she was.

She has long loved Shen Mosheng, and she loves it deeply into her bone marrow.