She seemed oblivious to the pain, continuously kowtowing, so frantically, so desperately, pleading with the heavens.
"Please take my life, won't you? Let me trade it for his survival, I beg you. If you must take a life, take mine. Whatever sins there are, let me bear them, let me pay the price, just please let him live."
Ye Lu's forehead repeatedly hit the ground, desperately imploring.
The storm raged above, lightning and thunder, casting a shadow over her fragile and grief-stricken body; it was unclear whether it was a response to her or indifference!
Soon, torrential rain poured down, the large raindrops striking against her body. She was soaked through, but she remained mechanically on her knees, continuously kowtowing, ceaselessly begging.
