Mu Jingzhe smiled and frowned. "But it's not safe here. I don't want them to come over. Buwang, your voice doesn't sound right. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just touched a few more bricks."
Ji Buwang felt something, but it was a little far. If he wanted to slowly dig it out, he had to get closer, but his feet were pressed down and he couldn't move.
However, sensing that Jingzhe couldn't hold on much longer, he couldn't care less. Ji Buwang gritted his teeth and reached out with all his might, ignoring the pain coming from his feet.
There had been countless times when Ji Buwang had wanted Mu Jingzhe to stop holding on, but in the end, he hadn't said anything because Jingzhe wanted him to live. Besides, she had to hold on in order to survive herself.
He couldn't bear to see her die.
