A steep cliff, above the torrent, inside a tightly covered cave hidden by dense foliage.
Chiang Yu lay on the ground with his eyes closed, his face deathly pale. A thick layer of leaves was spread beneath him, and the campfire beside him was shooting orange sparks, surprisingly beautiful.
Suddenly, his brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes, covered in sweat, slowly opened.
Chiang Yu felt a slight pain in his head and a faint ache in his body. His thoughts gradually gathered, and what had happened before rushed back like a tidal wave. Startled, he quickly sat up, looking around in surprise.
Where is this place? Why is he here? What about Xiao Qing? Clearly, it was she who...
Before he could figure it out, the leaves at the cave entrance suddenly stirred. Chiang Yu's heart tightened, and he grabbed a large rock beside him, weakly standing up and warily looking towards the entrance.
The branches and leaves swayed gently, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of Chiang Yu.
