Having experienced drought for over half a year, it seemed as if this rainstorm was trying to make up for all the lost rainfall in the past.
Nanzhi lay on the cart unconscious, Zhiyu too collapsed by her side, exhausted from crying, leaving only Shen Miaomiao to worry about their situation.
She was sure that her brother and the others would come looking for her and Sister Nanzhi, but she was uncertain if it was safe to continue waiting here.
As the dark water was still surging, it even appeared to have risen since earlier.
Looking at the still unconscious Nanzhi, the young girl clenched her teeth, got out of the cart, and began steering the cart by pulling the rope.
The mule, scurrying around and drenched in the rain for so long, snorted discontentedly, refusing to move.