The local soil and water nurture the local people, just like the forthright and bold character of Northeastern people, the wind and rain here are also swift and decisive.
The sudden downpour made the leaves crackle as they were struck, pounding the ground, and even stirred up the dust. Birds headed back to their nests, wild animals returned to their dens, and after a bout of commotion, only the sound of rain and wind remained in the woods.
The mountain path became muddy, and the rocks that once offered footholds were now slippery and treacherous.
"Hurry, hurry, we can't dawdle any longer!" Wen Lan called out, turning back to extend her hand to them.
The path downhill was already difficult, and the rain made it even more so.
Just as Lin Nianhe was about to grab Wen Lan's hand, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Wang Shumei's figure drop, screaming as she fell into the mud.
