Twelve. A lone boat in a storm cannot protect anyone

"This is really a good place, although those trees outside can make one feel sad, my brother finally doesn't have to hide in the cramped, shaking carriage anymore,"

Raimy's voice echoed through the cave.

It was a bit damp and cold here, but much better than the Long House in the city, at least the bedding was somewhat dry.

Lu Li cleared out the ashes from the fireplace and put the dried firewood from last time into it to light.

The faint light of the fire ascended, burned, gradually giving off an undeniable brightness and warmth.

He placed the matchbox next to the oil lamp on the wooden table and sat down in the wooden chair.

Maybe he should bring in a couch.

Lu Li thought, then quickly remembered that he would be leaving this place and that acquiring items to fill the refuge seemed pointless.

"This is Anna," Lu Li introduced.

"Hello, Miss Anna," Raimy greeted politely, receiving a slightly stiff nod in return.