Perhaps I was thinking too much.
Bo Qing...
Why would he come?
"Bo Qing..."
Bo Huan subconsciously murmured Bo Qing's name.
But her voice was so low, it was almost like a mosquito's, completely drowned out by the sound of the rain.
...
Bo Qing forced himself to remain calm, accurately assessing the surrounding situation, his expression solemn.
Amidst the torrential rain, he couldn't hear any other sounds clearly. Since Bo Huan's location was supposed to be here, she must be nearby. He had to patiently search for her whereabouts.
Bo Qing pressed his thin lips together, used the watch on his wrist to determine the four directions of north, south, east, and west, then searched in circles, almost with a radius of ten meters in each direction.
Bo Qing shone his flashlight toward a pitch-black cave, his expression brightening, then he quickly rushed forward.
As Bo Qing approached, he saw the faint light of a campfire, almost certain that Bo Huan was inside.
"Huanhuan..."
