Mu Qian looked at the painfully despairing Wen Jiaren and reached out to embrace her, "Give up!"
"I won't give up. Maybe if I hold on a little longer, I can find him?" Wen Jiaren shook her head, her eyes red but tearless because she was nearing dehydration, her lips cracked and bleeding with every word she spoke.
Mu Qian felt heartbroken seeing Wen Jiaren like this. He didn't want her to deceive herself any longer; Mr. Ding truly couldn't be found, "Even if you find him, so what? He's been suffocating for a long time now."
"No, he's surely still alive, waiting for us to rescue him." Wen Jiaren rasped hoarsely, crying out in despair, "It's all my fault, all my fault..."
If it weren't for her insistence on breaking into the storm, Mr. Ding wouldn't have gone missing, and he might have already perished!
Thinking of this, Wen Jiaren felt consumed with guilt. How could she face Mr. Ding's trust? How could she be worthy of his sentiments?
