The torrential rain roared, with lights awry and figures swaying, one voice calling over another.
"Yanyan, my girl!"
"Shen Yan!"
"Yanyan!"
Ahead, the view of the rice ridges was blurry as everyone called out in panic.
Song Xuan and a few delicate girls braved the cold downpour, dodging streaks of lightning bright as day, shivering uncontrollably.
Their throats were raw from shouting.
The sound of the pouring rain soon drowned out their cries.
Shen Yan was missing!
Someone had seen her running towards the mountain gully.
And with her was a villager.
A villager who had found Shen Yan's mobile phone took shelter inside a raincoat, loudly making what might be the last call.
Whether the other party heard clearly or not, the call ended.
Attempting to call again, a bolt of lightning struck.
Frightened, the villager dare not redial.
Stowing the phone away, they groped forward with the rest.
