The thunder roared, echoing through the sky.
Lightning, like a ferocious beast, tore through the dark night.
The torrential rain fell like a waterfall, drowning everything in its rushing sound.
Mu Yanli leaned into Mu Jingnan's arms, while Situ Yunshu gently stroked his face in comfort.
It wasn't until much later that his emotions gradually stabilized.
Following that, a sense of drowsiness began to take over.
After a long while, Mu Jingnan lowered his voice, "Yunshu, could you do me a favor?"
"Hmm?"
She looked up to see him in pain, carefully withdrawing his arm, "Could you hold Yanli for a moment?"
It turned out his arm had gone numb from being in the same position for too long as Mu Yanli rested on it.
Situ Yunshu took Mu Yanli into her arms. He stirred, and she immediately lowered her head, softly reassuring, "It's okay, Mommy's here. Mommy's with you."
Once the numbness in his arm subsided, Mu Jingnan carefully laid Mu Yanli down to rest.
