She was covered in layer upon layer of debris, which was packed tightly around her without letting any light in. It felt as if she had been buried alive.
Meanwhile, she could hear her beautiful mother's anxious wails. "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, are you alright?"
Feng Liu held onto the beautiful lady and feigned a caring tone. "Auntie, things like this happen. The thunderbolt came out of the blue and of all the rooms, it just happened to hit Feng Wu's. It collapsed right away. Even if the thunderbolt didn't kill her, the bricks would surely have crushed her to death. Crying won't change anything."
She might be trying to console Feng Wu's mother, if she could hide the satisfaction in her tone.
Frightened, the beautiful lady burst into tears. With a sudden burst of energy, she shoved Feng Liu to the side and stumbled toward the pile of ruins. She tripped halfway there, but she immediately scrambled to her feet and went on running.
