The lightning continuously ripped through the dark clouds hovered in the sky.
While the thunderstorm was surging, two souls huddled against the dark and cold walls of the cave,
Bai Yu Yue looked at the soft and pliant body clasping to her shoulders with a horror-stricken face. Xue Lian's snow-white face has appeared pale and drawn.
"Princess," she gently called her, "Are you scared of the thunderstorm?"
"Hmm," Xue Lian replied in a barely audible voice.
"It's alright," Bai Yu Yue wrapped her arm around Xue Lian's shoulders, holding her closer, "When I was a kid, I also feared thunderstorms,"
Xue Lian raised her chin and looked at Bai Yu Yue's calm face, even though the cave was faintly lit, she could figure out "his" perfectly accentuated face.
"The warrior Bai Yu Yue is scared of thunderstorms?"
