Located in a hidden spot at the foot of the village, a small bamboo house appeared before the two.
The doors and windows of the small bamboo house were all tightly shut.
The mountain wind blew against the bamboo forest behind the house, creating a rustling sound.
The entire bamboo house was eerily silent.
Though there was clearly nothing there, it always felt like being watched, like a thorn in one's side.
Standing in this shadowed corner made one's back feel a chill.
Lan Yue was accustomed to all sorts of big storms; even walking through battlefields full of the dead, she had never felt this strange sensation.
Her palms unconsciously started sweating slightly, as she tightly held onto Xiao Chen's hand.
Xiao Chen smiled and pulled her into his embrace, bent down and kissed her forehead, "Silly, what are you afraid of with me here."
Leaning against his solid, warm chest, the chill on Lan Yue's back finally began to dissipate.
