"I'm fine, I know Shen Mosheng must be fine too," Han Yingying stubbornly repeated, tears as if dried up, not a single drop could fall.
"Yes, he's fine, he must be," Han Zishi murmured repeatedly, comforting Han Yingying as well as himself.
Shen Mosheng absolutely must not have an accident, otherwise Yingying might just 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, his hand tightly wrapping hers, trying to give her strength through this gesture.
However, both of their hands were ice cold; neither could warm the other.
Han Yingying took the shovel and silently began to dig, without a word.
The boy glanced at her, picked up a piece of wood from the side, and crouched down next to her, quietly digging along.
For a while, no one spoke, all digging in silence.
But as time passed, the expressions of everyone grew more and more solemn.
Even some began to give up.
