"You... are you okay?"
"Can't die." The boy's hoarse voice came muffled.
Yun Ya looked up, and with the help of the faint moonlight, she could make out that it was a pit about two meters in diameter and about two Zhang deep, with bare walls, making it difficult to climb out. The bottom was piled with powdered lime, and Pei Qinghan was now lying on the lime.
Suddenly, Pei Qinghan spoke, "My eyes..."
It turned out that when he had fallen, the powdered lime had accidentally blown into his eyes, and since Yun Ya was protected in his arms, she naturally did not suffer from the lime's torment, which caused him to be unable to open his eyes for the time being.
Yun Ya knelt beside him, her small hand on his eyes, "Don't open your eyes yet, and don't rub them with your hands, otherwise your eyes will get burned. Someone will find us soon, I'll have them take you to the hospital, your eyes definitely won't be harmed."
