The cave was naturally formed, with many stalactites inside. The cavern wasn't wide but it was very deep, pitch-black within, its depth unknown.
All three people had been drenched by the heavy rain, and since the cave was exposed to the wind, a gust that blew through made them all shiver uncontrollably.
Especially Zhao Jingjing, with her fragile constitution, who couldn't help but tremble violently as the wind hit her.
Li Yifeng was no better, his physique too weak; his lips had turned purple, and he was shaking nonstop where he stood.
Only Wang Xiaoshuai stood there as if nothing was amiss.
Outside the cave, the rain kept coming down harder, and it didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon.
Li Yifeng and Zhao Jingjing had brought a change of clothes, but they were all in their motorcycle's trunk, which wasn't a practical option to retrieve at the moment.