Rain pattered against the leaves and branches, rustling.
Stray raindrops splashed down, filling the air with a damp chill.
Ye Chutang glanced outside. "It's raining. I'm afraid we'll be stuck here for a while."
She turned to the man beside her and apologized softly, "My apologies for dragging you into this, Princely Heir."
They had lost their footing and tumbled from halfway up the mountain. The fall had been rough, but by a stroke of luck, they landed on a small, jutting ledge. By an even greater stroke of luck, a curtain of thick vines concealed a hidden cave, offering them a relatively safe shelter.
The cave wasn't large, but it had more than enough room for two.
Shen Yanchuan, however, ignored her. His dark, intense eyes swept over her pale face before finally settling on her left shoulder.
"That dart needs to be dealt with immediately," he said.
Ye Chutang blinked. A strange feeling washed over her. 'Shen Yanchuan is angry.'
