Xu Chengcai trudged along the muddy path, crossing through a sparse forest.
The overcast sky hung low, unleashing a torrential downpour, accompanied by the roaring of thunder and lightning.
He wore a tattered raincoat, already soaked by the rain, yet he walked forward resolutely.
The rain poured down mercilessly, drenching his clothes and freezing his body into a constant shiver. But he did not give up because he knew that staying warm was crucial in such an environment.
A decaying scent filled the forest, the damp earth mixed with years-old leaves, creating a unique atmosphere. In this chaotic environment, Xu Chengcai's arm trembled slightly from the cold.
Finally, his gaze stopped at a place where several trees intertwined.
He found a relatively thick decayed tree branch. It was once a strong branch but now had been eroded by time and storms, leaving only a fragile shell. In this raging rainstorm, it became Xu Chengcai's best choice for warmth.
