Lu Chen pulled her back the way they had come. On the road, the heavy snow, accompanied by an increasingly fierce wind, made it hard for people to keep their eyes open.
"Have you noticed that the wind seems to have gotten a lot stronger recently?"
She huddled in the man's embrace and muttered in amazement.
The umbrella that Lu Chen was holding above their heads began to wobble unsteadily.
As he held the umbrella out in front, the strong wind snapped the spine of the umbrella inside.
He simply threw away the umbrella and wrapped her in his arms, "There's a problem, let's hurry back."
In the broad daylight, a fierce wind suddenly started, which, combined with the various floods and huge hailstones they had encountered before, intuitively told both of them that something was not right here.
Sure enough, when the two of them arrived at the hotel upstairs, Rong Bai was leading the soldiers down, carrying large and small bags of things.
