Wang Xinxin's voice was confident, but it did little to ease Su Tang's mind.
She instinctively touched her rounded belly. The faint, occasional stirrings from within were her only real comfort at the moment.
In the latter half of the night, the rain began to let up. The drumming on the shelter's roof grew fainter, giving way to the distant, muffled rumble of thunder.
Su Tang pulled the thin blanket tighter around herself, her gaze falling on the sleeping faces of Mr. and Mrs. Lu.
The elderly couple's breathing was steady, and she finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Water... water..."
Mrs. Lu suddenly murmured, and Su Tang quickly unscrewed a thermos, carefully dabbing water onto her lips with a cotton swab.
Just then, a flurry of chaotic footsteps sounded from outside the shelter, accompanied by a metallic clanging.
Someone shouted, "Make way, stretcher!" and a new wave of commotion rippled through the crowd.
