The journey back to Kangli was even more difficult than on the way there.
Along the way, the aftershocks caused rocks to constantly fall from the mountain top—
some as tall as a person, others the size of a fist.
A single hit from any of these could mean never waking up again.
At night, those sleeping in their cars feared they wouldn't awake.
Sister Qianli was terrified; every time she saw ruins by the roadside, she couldn't help but glance deeply, worried there could be wreckage of a car on top.
After a heart-stopping day, the car suddenly shuddered.
"What's going on? It feels like the car stopped."
"It's not good, the car is stuck."
"Everyone, get out and help push the car!"
Mu Qianli hurried out of the vehicle.
Along with the earthquake, the weather also became capricious, and the torrential downpour added more difficulty to their rescue efforts.
The heavy rain made it impossible to keep one's eyes open.
