But Li Tingyan remained silent. Yes, it should have been expected. He's buried down there, surely injured, without food or drink, even an iron man couldn't stand it. How could he have the strength to speak?
Nianyang didn't dare to imagine what situation Li Tingyan was in at that moment. Even thinking about it made her emotions collapse. She sat there numbly, keeping vigil all night.
During this time, Shi Nuan and Chu Zhan asked her to go to the tent to rest and eat, but she didn't listen, comparing herself to Li Tingyan who was buried beneath without food or drink, with life or death uncertain.
How blessed she was to be able to sit here. She couldn't bear the thought of her man suffering while she stayed comfortable.
They were husband and wife, she must share in the pain he endured.
Li Tingyan, do you feel my torment?
Aren't you always the one who cherishes me most, who can't bear to see me suffer?
The torment I'm enduring now is all because of you!
