The storm carried rain in its fury, covering the skies and coming from all directions.
Ye Yiheng held her, standing against the cliff, as the torrential rain showed no signs of weakening.
Even more perilous, looking down from the cliff, there were signs of mudslides.
The capital had been suffering from sweltering heat for consecutive days, leading to drought and cracked soil, significantly increasing the risks of landslides and mudflows.
Her ankle seemed to have been scratched by a rock, with fresh blood already soaking through her socks, tinged red in large patches by the rainwater, a shocking sight.
If she continued to be drenched, her wound could become infected, and she could fall ill—all things he did not wish to see.
Under these circumstances, with time pressing, he couldn't take her down the mountain just yet, but fortunately, he had discovered a cave on the way up.
Without time to think further, he carried her straight to the cave.