The wind outside was roaring, and the typhoon's sheer power was beyond Yang Fan's imagination, a kind of weather never seen in the mountains.
It was deep into the night, the storm continued without pause, the endless howling of the sea waves still audible.
Yang Fan added some more wood to the fire. The flame grew more vigorous, while the chill wind and drifting rain at the cave entrance had long since turned it into a small stream.
The flames grew brighter; the two of them finally felt a bit more comfortable.
"Why is your heartbeat so violent?" Yang Fan felt Nie Yuling's trembling body and the faint sound of her rapidly beating heart.
"I don't know." She was a pirate who had wandered the seas for years, accustomed to typhoons, yet she didn't know why she was so filled with fear.
"Are you afraid that we'll never be able to return?" Yang Fan asked tentatively.
