Xie Ruotong and Song Yanqing took shelter inside the dilapidated temple.
Except for Song Yanqing, the other three were all drenched.
Two soldiers lit a fire under Xie Ruotong's instruction.
When autumn comes, a drop in temperature follows the rain.
"General Xie, I don't think the rain will stop anytime soon. You're soaked through. Please take off your clothes to dry them by the fire. We'll stand guard outside for you," a soldier hurriedly suggested.
Xie Ruotong did not refuse; she nodded her head.
She planned to let the other two dry their clothes by the fire after hers were done.
"This subordinate will leave now."
The two soldiers left.
Song Yanqing also stood up, preparing to leave.
"Song Yanqing, you stay here," Xie Ruotong called out to him.
Song Yanqing was slightly taken aback.
He looked at Xie Ruotong.
"It's windy and rainy outside, and it's getting colder," Xie Ruotong said indifferently, "Your body can't withstand it, stay here."
