Ye Nanshen clenched his fists.
He could wait, but Shengsheng couldn't.
The mudslide was getting worse. Every minute of delay put Shengsheng in greater danger.
He... absolutely couldn't sit around waiting to die.
Ye Nanshen drew a breath, his chest painfully tight. He shouldn't have come back. If he hadn't, Shengsheng surely wouldn't be so helpless now.
"Sister Sheng, what do we do now? There's no way up anymore." A female staff member looked at Gu Luosheng, trembling. Everyone's fear had reached its peak.
Gu Luosheng lowered her eyes.
This had to be the most wretched she had ever looked.
Her porcelain-white face was covered in mud, leaving only her bright, dewy eyes visible.
She was more afraid than anyone.
She was afraid she would never see Ye Nanshen again.
She was afraid... of dying again.
Having already experienced death, Gu Luosheng knew how terrifying it was.
Even Gu Luoxi, who had always opposed her, said nothing, scared out of her mind.
Di Yu tugged at the corner of his mouth. "We may not have been born on the same day, in the same month, in the same year, but..."
Before Di Yu could finish, Zheng Xincheng cut him off.
"Don't fucking curse me! I haven't lived enough yet. I've barely had two years to enjoy the good life. I don't want to die so young." Zheng Xincheng swore under his breath.
What the hell was this? They'd come out for a little fun, perfectly fine when they left, and now... there was no telling whether they'd make it back alive.
"Xincheng, if I don't ask now, I might never get another chance. Do you really... feel nothing for me?" Di Yu took the opportunity to ask quietly.
Zheng Xincheng's face was covered in mud too, so even if