The rain had come suddenly and left just as quickly.
By the time Pei Jue carried Feng Yun out, the torrential downpour had already stopped.
A group of guards waiting outside the cave were all drenched like drowned rats, now lighting a fire to dry their clothes.
No one spoke, and as they watched the General carefully wrapping the lady before carrying her out, everyone averted their eyes.
Only Ao Qi stepped forward, concern showing in his eyes.
The lady's long black hair dangled from the crook of his arm, only revealing a small part of her face, which was pale and indistinct as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.
"Uncle..." Ao Qi began, "Is everything alright?"
Pei Jue: "She's suffered some minor injuries."
Ao Qi scrutinized his expression, trying to find clues, but Pei Jue's face was impassive, revealing nothing. He could only guess what had happened between the two during their long time in the cave...
The mountain soil was deep, wet, and slippery.
