The cabin appeared mottled with age, the wooden door swaying back and forth, desolately uninhabitable—it was clearly abandoned.
It must have been left behind by a former forest ranger.
By now, the rain was pouring down hard, and Xia Ningxing hurried into the mud-wall cabin, which, despite its dilapidated state, could still offer some shelter from the wind and rain.
Perhaps owing to an incredible stroke of luck, Xia Ningxing found matches and some moldy dry grass in a corner.
She grabbed them and swiftly lit the dry grass, then added some wood to ensure the fire would keep burning for a long time.
Once the flames had stabilized, Xia Ningxing sat by the fire, warming her hands and finally feeling a hint of warmth, her numb limbs slowly beginning to thaw.
Xia Ningxing moved her arm and realized her extraordinary strength had returned.
Without further ado, Xia Ningxing removed her clothes and draped them over the fire to dry.
