Sweat was oozing from sweetheart's forehead, and her arms were so painful that they were about to break, but she didn't say a word, holding Qinglang tightly and not letting go.

Intuition told her that Qinglang should still hold someone, who is that person? Is it He Jiaming?

This name passed through her mind like electricity. Only then did she remember that she had completely forgotten Brother Jiaming. It was she who dragged Brother Jiaming down to muddy water. It was her that made Brother Jiaming's life hang on a thread. She really wanted to say sorry, but she couldn't speak at all now. She was afraid that as soon as she opened her mouth, she would lose the strength to grab Qinglang and Brother Jiaming in her hands.

Gao Lian and the others were rushing around. The hole was too small, so small that it was really allowed to pass through with one arm. They were glad that my sister-in-law insisted on reaching out to pull the captain. She might just want to give the captain a little comfort, but unexpectedly, it was this comfort that made them catch the only life-saving straw.

But the difficulty is that they cannot expand the hole. They have tied ropes on their sister-in-law, but they cannot clean the stone wall. If a fallen gravel hits the heads of the two people below during the cleaning process, they will definitely let go, and then everything is over.

As if seeing through their worries, Situ Qinglang reminded: "Jiaming, grab my legs and Gao Lian, and let someone clear the stones quickly!"

"But captain, if there are stones-"

"Do what I said!" Situ Qinglang gave a cold and hard order. Seeing He Jiaming finally hugging his calves bit by bit, he hurriedly protected his head with one hand and shouted: "Cleaning up! Sweetheart will not be able to hold on!"

The weight of the two adult men was all concentrated on Sweetheart's slender arm. I thought I could know how painful it would be. Situ Qinglang looked up at the thin and weak arm, and the fair skin rubbed against the stones, as if it was about to drip blood. His eyes also turned red and he said softly: "Sweetheart, I love you."

"I too..." Sweetheart bit her lips, her lips were bitten by her. Her tears dripped down uncontrollably. Her arms were so painful that they felt like they were about to break. She couldn't even change her hand with such a small hole. The hand she held Qinglang began to become numb, and it became like a sting of millions of steel needles. She was afraid that she would let go if she was not careful.

"Ba"

A drop of liquid fell on He Jiaming's face, and then another drop. The warm liquid made He Jiaming's heart sank. He struggled to lift the almost ruined arm and touched it, put it next to his nose and sniffed it. It was blood.

"Whose blood?" he asked quietly.

Situ Qinglang looked at the hand in front of him. Blood had already covered the entire arm. The stone was too sharp and it had worn out the tender skin of sweetheart. The blood flowed down her arm and dripped onto the two of them.

He Jiaming's heart tightened. As soon as he was about to say something, he heard sweetheart gritting his teeth and saying, "Brother Jiaming, I know you are-I-I won't let go-believe me!"

He Jiaming raised his head in disbelief, and the blood dripped even more densely.

Situ Qinglang also had a pale face. He was really afraid that Shiny's arm would break here, but Shiny didn't even shout for pain and refused to let go.

He Jiaming was so heartbroken that he felt sad. He felt as if he felt it. He gritted his teeth and watched the gravel on it falling and hit Qinglang's arm. He also said nothing on his head.

At that moment, he suddenly felt relieved. He loved the woman named Sweetheart and hated the man named Qinglang, but at this moment, he didn't want to make them even more painful.

He also had a funny safety helmet on his head, and he had a cover at least. If his hand was not injured, he could now slid the hole wall, and perhaps it would make sweetheart suffer less.

He endured the severe pain and took off the safety helmet on his head, and was instantly hit by a stone as big as an egg that was falling.

"What are you doing?" Situ Qinglang discovered He Jiaming's abnormality. He was hanging the safety helmet on his feet.

"Me?" He Jiaming curled the corners of his lips, "I don't want to see you and your wife get tired of it, so I'll take the lead."

"Are you crazy? If you fall from here, you will die! Don't think of doing something like this that makes us couple have nightmares! I don't want Tang Xin to live in guilt for the rest of my life!" Situ Qinglang said coldly. He regretted that he could not hold He Jiaming with his hands. He also knew that Tang Xin was in pain now. He knew that he was selfish, but he didn't want to lose this childhood friend and this brother.

"I'm very tired. You are the one who deserves to live." He Jiaming paused, and tears suddenly rolled down his eyes. He raised his head and stared at the blood-stained arm.

It was time to let go, he closed his eyes and let go of his hands. The whistling sound of wind came from his ears, and he felt as if he was flying.

"He Jiaming!" Situ Qinglang's eyes were red and he shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!