The nearest to building A was a red rubber dinghy filled with a pile of supplies.
A middle-aged couple and a little girl about six or seven years old sat on it.
The trio seemed well-equipped, all wearing raincoats, with the dinghy's supplies covered in plastic tarp.
The hailstones ranged in size from as large as fists to as small as grains of rice, pelting down fiercely and relentlessly.
Just as they were nearing their own residential building, the man naturally didn't think to take cover first, but instead instinctively paddled quickly toward the window of building B's corridor.
The woman's swift actions put the paddle aside, rapidly pulling her daughter to guard her tightly under her body, and then lifting the plastic cover to grab two unidentifiable objects to shield their own and her husband's heads.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Just two seconds after paddling out, the rubber dinghy was already shrouded in a blinding white mess.
