As they moved forward, soldiers holding torches walked ahead and behind them, with Yan Sihan tightly grasping Lin Jiaojiao's hand as they walked in the middle.
It was very quiet inside the cave, except for the sound of footsteps and the crackling of the burning torches, there were no other sounds.
Under the illumination of the fire, some shiny stones were glistening beautifully, yet they appeared peculiar.
Moreover, it was extremely chilly and bone-chilling in the cave without any wind, so it wasn't a pleasant place to be.
Yan Sihan felt the girl beside him covering her mouth to cough softly, so he wrapped her closer in his arms.
"Prince!" Lin Jiaojiao suppressed her voice. Although it was somewhat darker than outside, the torches held by the soldiers allowed them to see her easily, so she felt embarrassed.
Subconsciously, she tried to put some distance between her and Yan Sihan, but the man held her even tighter, lowering his gaze at her, and whispered softly, "Listen to me."
