The rain continued to pour as Cui Yuanyang covered her head and ran with Zhao Changhe around the mountain. As if he was intimately familiar with this mountain, he easily found a cave for them to rest in, gathered up some dry vegetation, and lit a fire with his firestarter.0

Soon, the whole place became a warm little nest.0

They swapped locations not only because of the corpses, but more importantly, to avoid meeting more people wanting to take shelter from the rain. After witnessing Cui Yuanyang’s attempted assassination, Zhao Changhe needed to be more cautious. No one would be able to find them if they stayed in this cave in the middle of a desolate mountain. Probably.0

Cui Yuanyang hugged her knees as she sat beside the fire. She reached out with her hand and dried her damp clothes, not daring to take them off.0

She only wore a small dudou on the inside. One that had mandarin ducks playing in the water embroidered on it.3

Zhao Changhe did not concern himself so much with her and took off his outerwear, drying his clothes while shirtless.0

Cui Yuanyang did not dare look at his well-built body, tilted her head, and muttered, “Bandit.”0

Zhao Changhe could not be bothered responding...0