Nanzhi's forehead was beaded with sweat, and the intense pain in her abdomen made it impossible for her to even moan.
The sky was filled with swirling dark clouds, and the thunder rolled, ready to strike at any moment.
Ma Po was lifted and dropped heavily by the furious wind, now completely submerged in the puddle in the courtyard, her survival uncertain.
Just when Nanzhi's consciousness began to blur, about to completely lose grasp of awareness, the heavenly thunder rolling above the courtyard seemed to wait for a perfect moment, as if waiting to strike the courtyard as soon as she passed out.
"Mother!"
Shen Zhiyu's heart was in turmoil, oblivious to any danger to himself, he ran desperately against the wind and rain towards her.
When he finally stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, a single glance revealed a wooden door crackling under the violent gusts of wind.
Noticing that something was wrong, Shen Zhiyu had a grim face and hurried into the house.