When An Ziqi had gone to send Niuniu off, she had only informed one staff member, and now that person had been buried in the rubble, so nobody else knew that An Ziqi was no longer there.
Xiao Moli let go of him and clenches his fist, promptly turning around to personally dig into the rubble for any survivors.
In another place.
When An Ziqi regained consciousness, she felt as heavy as a fully soaked sponge.
The rain outside continued to fall relentlessly. The ice-cold rainwater seeped through the cracks and fell onto her body. The accumulated water beneath her was already more than ten centimeters deep.
She was shaking uncontrollably from the cold. She tried to move a little, but a heart-wrenching pain radiated from her left leg. The houses in the mountains were constructed directly from the greenstone blocks harvested from the mountain, and her leg was likely pinned under one of these fallen blocks.
