"Father, mother, sister, brother!"
Su Qingluo dashed back to Woniu Village like a heavenly warrior, seeing the flood had submerged half of the courtyard, her eyes red with urgency.
"Sister Yu, we're here!"
From the woods above, two big dogs' barking and Wang Meng's high-pitched voice came through in the howling wind, but Su Qingluo's sharp ears could still hear them.
"Brother Meng!"
Su Qingluo's heart leaped with joy, and she quickly ran towards the sound.
"Father, mother, brother, sister, you're all safe. Thank goodness."
Upon seeing her family unharmed with her own eyes, tears finally fell despite her efforts to hold them back.
Fortunately, the rain blurred her vision, and Su Hu and the others didn't notice their youngest daughter's rare moment of crying.
Li Xiu'e gently reassured her, "All the villagers are safe, they evacuated in time, thanks to the message you had Brother Meng send. The Old Village Chief forced everyone to leave, and we narrowly avoided a catastrophe."
