After everything that happened just now, it was already past seven. The sky was dark, and the heavy rain outside the cave slowly turned into a steady drizzle.
Perhaps because of the cave's high location, it remained dry inside. This ensured that the firewood inside stayed dry and wasn't dampened.
"Looks like we'll have to spend the night in this cave,"
Hao Jian said with a wry smile, picking up firewood and glancing at Lin Qingxue, whose face was pale, under the faint light.
"Then we'll wait until tomorrow..."
Lin Qingxue had no other options either. After all, if even the most capable Hao Jian was trapped here, there was nothing much she, as a girl, could do.
Moreover, she felt a slight chill continuously gnawing at her. If this continued, she feared she might catch a cold by morning.
How many times have I been trapped in a cave like this?
