Her daughter's voice had gone hoarse.
She was soaked through and covered in mud.
She was trembling uncontrollably, whether from the cold or from fear—or both.
Father Ruan and Mother Ruan were heartsick with worry.
They didn't have time to think of anything else. They drove through the rain at once, speeding all the way to the nearest hospital to get their daughter there.
The examination showed that, despite her wretched appearance, their daughter had suffered no serious harm, only a few minor injuries.
Father Ruan and Mother Ruan breathed a huge sigh of relief.
But soon, they realized they had let their guard down too soon.
Their daughter's physical injuries weren't serious.
But she had clearly been badly frightened.
Her emotions remained unstable.
Even when she fell asleep, she would often scream and wake from nightmares.
Father Ruan and Mother Ruan stayed with their daughter for a week. It wasn't until Little Ruan Xinyan stopped having nightmares at night that they finally began to feel a little more at ease.
"After that, I became really afraid of thunder."
Ruan Xinyan finished telling her story. "Whenever it thunders, I remember some terrible things."
"That's what happened."
"So that's how it was."
Yu Baozhu murmured.
"No wonder."
Little Bell glanced at Ruan Xinyan's still somewhat pale cheeks.
She had been a little puzzled.
In her eyes, even if Ruan Xinyan was a little afraid of thunder, like many girls, she wouldn't show it so openly.
Ruan Xinyan, who strove for perfection in everything, would surely have forced herself to act as if nothing was wrong for the sake of her image.
Why would she let everyone see her in such a disheveled state?
She really was terrified, wasn't she?
Even after all