Raindrops as big as beans poured down on her head, making a crackling sound.

The area nearby was either dirt slopes, large lawns, or low bushes.

There was no pavilion or thatched house for people to take shelter from the rain.

Qingying panicked, dropped Chrysanthemum, and hurried over to push Meng Zhao towards the farm.

The rain was coming down fast, fiercely, and soon the ground was filled with water.

The path was not flat to begin with, and the dirt pits were covered by the water.

The heavy rain curtain blocked Qingying's sight, and she saw the road ahead a little blurry.

When pushing the wheelchair forward, the axle sank into the dirt pit covered by the water, and suddenly lost balance, toppling from side to side, and it looked like Meng Zhao was about to fall.

Qingying was terrified and her face changed drastically.

How dare she let Meng Zhao fall, Madam Meng would skin her alive if she knew.

In a hurry, she rushed over and pushed the wheelchair to the other side with all her strength, which just managed to stabilize the balance of the wheelchair.

Meng Zhao was fine, but Qingying was in a terrible situation.

She fell to the ground, covered in mud and water, and looked very miserable.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Qingying didn't care whether she was hurt or not. She hurriedly got up from the ground, walked around, and continued to push the wheelchair for Meng Zhao.

"Are you okay?" Meng Zhao glanced back and asked.

Qingying blinked her eyelashes wet by the rain, and replied as calmly as possible: "I'm fine, young master don't have to worry."

"Ah..." She had just finished her reply, but suddenly she let out a low cry, and fell forward, and fell to the ground with a "thump".

"What's wrong?"

Meng Zhao turned his head to look at Qingying, but because of the angle, he couldn't see where she was.

Qingying was lying under the wheelchair for a long time before she slowly got up.

She didn't pay attention to the road just now, and she stepped into a deep puddle. She was not careful and sprained her ankle. Her knee was also scratched and bleeding.

Qingying dragged her injured left leg, endured the pain, and slowly moved to Meng Zhao. She frowned and said, "Young Master, I think I sprained my foot. It hurts a little. I can't walk for the time being."

Meng Zhao lowered his eyes to look at her slightly bent left leg, and caught a glimpse of the blood-stained dress on her knee, and his eyes sank.

He said, "No need to go, just wait here. If Meng Wu doesn't see us and goes back, he will come to find us with an umbrella."

Hearing this, Qingying leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair and waited quietly.

The rain was still falling, soaking Meng Zhao all over. His handsome face was a little pale from the rain.

Qingying was a little worried, afraid that Meng Zhao would get sick from being soaked. In this case, Mrs. Meng would never let her go easily.

She hurriedly took off her coat, washed the mud on the coat with rain water, then squeezed out the water droplets, spread out the coat, and held it on Meng Zhao's head to block the falling raindrops for him.

Qingying lowered her head and said self-reproachfully, "My Lord, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't know it would suddenly rain. If I had known, I wouldn't have pushed you out."

There were no more raindrops falling on his head. Meng Zhao looked up and realized that it was Qingying who was shielding him from the rain.

He looked up at the girl's pale face and saw that her coat was all covering herself. Her slender body was still soaked by the rain as she stood in the rain.

His heart softened. He didn't say anything to blame her. He raised his hand and pulled her down, pulling her coat over her head.

He whispered, "Cover yourself too. Don't stand there in the rain like an idiot."

The two waited in the rain for an hour, but Meng Wu didn't show up. Seeing that it was getting dark, Qingying was anxious. They couldn't stay here overnight.

She endured the pain, went around to the back, pushed the wheelchair hard, and walked forward.

Meng Zhao shouted at her: "Didn't you sprain your foot? Why are you still pushing the wheelchair? Stop!"

Qingying could feel the sharp pain coming from her ankle with every step she took. Cold sweat kept coming out of her forehead, mixing with the rain.

Her little face became paler and paler, without a trace of blood. Her black hair, wet by the rain, stuck to her cheeks in a mess, looking so ugly that it was heartbreaking.

She gritted her teeth and said, "My Lord, it's getting dark, and there are wild animals in the forest. We can't stay here overnight. We have to go back as soon as possible."

No matter how much Ren Mengzhao tried to persuade her, Qingying didn't stop. She gritted her teeth, dragged her injured left leg, braved the heavy rain, and slowly pushed Mengzhao back to the farm step by step. They

fell several times on the way, Qingying couldn't remember clearly, both knees were broken and bleeding.

The only thing that comforted her was that they returned to the farm before it was completely dark.

Author: Seeking beads~