Mo Siluo pulled Wen Wan through the raging wind and continued running toward the mountain's peak, until at last, they arrived at a small cave just before the torrential rain began to pour.
Wen Wan was panting heavily, bending slightly at the waist, her hands propped on her knees, as she exchanged glances with Mo Siluo, an exuberant smile spreading across her face.
Outside, the wind and rain intermingled, with rainwater constantly drifting in. Suddenly a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, which made Wen Wan instinctively hide behind the man, followed by a long rumble of thunder. She was afraid of lightning, which she found more frightening than the thunder.
Seeing her reaction, Mo Siluo couldn't help but laugh, then turned around to embrace her in his arms, jokingly, "You're not a fairy, what are you afraid of? Afraid that the heavens will take you away?"