He too had experienced the ground shaking, the terror of stones overhead, the beams of the house crashing down. As those things fell, he thought that his life was ending just like that, wondering if there was anything he regretted or couldn't let go of.
At that moment, only her face appeared in his mind.
If he died there, that fair oval face would surely cry miserably, her big eyes would be filled with tears, and her nose red from crying, just like a rabbit that lost its carrot.
He thought about it, and before slipping into unconsciousness, he gritted his teeth and pushed through it!
It wasn't the fear of death.
It was the unwillingness to leave.
He didn't dare to die.
He couldn't bear to divorce her, how could he bear to let her become a young widow?
