The path curved upward, the rain softening as they climbed. Han Jue held Su Qinglan tightly in his arms, walking carefully in the rain.
When they finally reached the high cave, he ducked slightly and entered. It was not a big cave; if people didn't look close, they would not even find it.
But inside, it had much more space than the width of the entrance.
Su Qinglan's eyes widened instantly.
The cave… did not look like a cave. It looked like someone's home. Did they accidentally enter into someone else's home?
There was a pile of neatly dried wood on one side, a stone shelf where someone had placed many miscellaneous items, a hide pouch hanging from a rock hook, and a soft bed made of clean leaves and fresh hide.
It looked like a small, warm shelter. Like a place someone returned to often.
Her mouth parted in surprise. "Han Jue… this…"
Han Jue froze for one second, then guilt rushed to his face. His ears drooped a little as he adjusted his hold on her.
