Jiang Wenchao was just a five-year-old child. He was kidnapped and injured on a dark night with thunder and lightning. He was trembling with fear as he listened to the thunder. He was actually terrified.

But in order to comfort his frightened sister, he forced himself to overcome his fear and sing to her.

He promised his mother that he would be strong no matter what happened and that he would take good care of his younger sister.

All he can do now is hold on until the end and wait for his mother to find them.

The singing inside the cabin couldn't get out; it was completely drowned out by the sound of the torrential rain.

Jiang Yilai walked forward with difficulty, the lightning flashing across the sky filling her with fear.

But what terrified her more than not finding her child was that even if knives were falling from the sky, nothing could stop her heart.

She had a strong premonition that the child was just ahead, waiting for her to rescue him.

"Wen Chao, Xi Xi, wait for me!"

Jiang Yilai gritted her teeth and continued walking forward. No matter what, she had to find them tonight.

3 AM

Jiang Yilai finally climbed to the halfway point of the mountain. Perhaps her sincerity moved God, as the rain gradually stopped, allowing the rescue teams at the foot of the mountain to set off one after another.

Jiang Yilai looked back and saw only darkness behind her, as if she had entered a bottomless abyss.

Despite the thorns ahead, she would never back down.

As Jiang Yilai walked further, she was surprised to find several houses ahead, illuminated by the light of her flashlight.

After walking for more than three hours in such terrible weather, she was almost exhausted when she saw a ray of light and was so excited that she walked forward quickly.

The presence of houses here suggests the possible existence of people, and it was this intuition that drew her here.

Jiang Wenchao, who was still half asleep inside, saw a flash of light outside the window and immediately opened his eyes.

It's not raining or thundering right now, so it seems like someone is there.

He gently put the unconscious Jiang Wenxi down from his shoulder, stood up shakily, and slowly walked to the door while holding onto the wall, wanting to see who was outside.

After searching the first wooden house, Jiang Yilai found it was full of wood and covered in cobwebs, indicating that no one had been there for a long time.

This kind of place should be where loggers store timber, so logically no one should come here.

But then I thought, it's precisely because no one comes to this kind of place that it's more suitable for Tibetans.

She continued forward, hoping that the child was inside.

Jiang Wenchao peeked through the crack in the door and saw people wearing black raincoats outside, inspecting each of their wooden cabins one by one.

The visibility was too poor and there was a considerable distance between them, so he couldn't see who was outside and dared not make a sound.

Jiang Yilai was carefully searching the room, completely unaware that a burly figure was approaching her from behind.

She now has only one thought: to pray that her child is here.

To speed things up, Jiang Yilai quickly pushed open a wooden door and went inside. The light shone on the door, and suddenly she saw a man holding a wooden stick behind her, which startled her so much that she stumbled backward and fell to the ground.

However, everything happened too fast, and she was already exhausted and had no way to fight back.

Just as the stick was about to strike her, at the critical moment, a figure suddenly flashed out from outside the door and kicked the man.

The man crashed into a pile of wood with a thud. Immediately afterward, Fu Nanxiao rushed forward, grabbed the man by the collar, dragged him to the doorway, and knocked him to the ground with two punches.

Jiang Yilai covered her mouth and looked at Fu Nanxiao. It turned out that he hadn't left the whole way and had been following behind her.