"I'm fine." Chen Ying waved her hand weakly. "I just wanted to know how you and Yanyan are doing. By the way, where's Yanyan?"
"He's over there; it's not suitable for him to come here." Tian Sangsang changed the subject and held her hand. "Let's wait; someone will come to rescue us. Or I'll find a way to go out and find help."
"It's no use." Chen Ying, who had never experienced an earthquake, suddenly started crying in despair: "This house didn't seem that big before, but once it collapses, people can't get out at all. Sangsang, are you scared? I almost died of fear. Why? Why did the earthquake happen?"
Chen Ying's face was ashen and silent. She felt awful, especially her feet, which were almost numb. There was a rock blocking her chest, making her breathing labored.
