What should I do?
What should I do now?
He must be injured and passed out!
I can smell the scent of blood near my nostrils and the liquid that dripped on my face must be his blood, right?
Even if I didn't want to think about it, this thought still clearly appeared in my mind.
"Shaocheng…Shaocheng, you can't be hurt... you absolutely mustn't be hurt..."
Her heart was filled with boundless unease. She tried to move her exhausted and painful body, kicking hard. He wouldn't let her go, so she could only drag both of their bodies to crawl.
Her movements were slower than a snail's.
He weighed too much, and was holding her tightly, curled up in the narrow, pitch-black hole.
Whenever she moved slightly, the slipping of the dirt could be heard by her ear.
She must get out, she must figure out a way to find help, she cannot just sit and wait to die.
