It was raining heavily.
The three children were drenched. Their bodies, faces, and hands were covered in mud.
Su Xiaoxiao's heart ached when they cried like this.
When the three little fellows heard their mother's voice, they quickly turned their heads.
Seeing their mother, whom they had been thinking about day and night, they pounced over excitedly.
Su Xiaoxiao also walked forward.
Xing'er held the umbrella for her. "Miss! Be careful!"
After many days of separation, the four of them finally reunited on this isolated island.
Su Xiaoxiao knelt in the muddy puddle and hugged the three children tightly.
The three little ones also hugged her neck tightly and cried, turning themselves into three little rain demons.
Xing'er held the umbrella above the heads of the four of them and could not help but cry.
Ling Yin and a few disciples of the Flower Palace chased after them.
