There was more and more accumulating water underfoot, Jiang Xiaoxiao looked up, the rain was flowing down the surroundings of the stone wall.
She secretly thought this was not good.
If this continues, the pit hole will be flooded by the water.
They are in danger now.
Song Moting pounded down hard.
Fan Jianguo hung his head low, stones splashing from above hit him all over, choking him so he couldn't breathe.
The shoes were wet, icy cold, and damp.
On the other side were his parents, he must hold on even unto death.
With both hands, he grabbed onto the wall to steady his body, with Song Moting on him heavy as a mountain.
His head pressed against the stone wall, wanting to see through to the other side, as if that way he could see his parents.
If at first Fan Jianguo felt utterly unlucky, like the kind of luck where even drinking cold water would get stuck between his teeth.
