Although the room was pitch black, Xiaoxiao could still make out the layout inside, thanks to the light from outside.
The layout was simple, and so were the furnishings.
A small kang the size of a double bed, with the quilt neatly folded on it, and a small kang table placed in the middle.
What caught Xiaoxiao's attention was the large table on the floor.
Xiaoxiao walked over and was extremely surprised; the table had books, as well as pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on it.
Whose room is this, exactly? Is this really a bandit's room?
This completely overturned Xiaoxiao's understanding; literate people are rare here. How could such a person become a bandit?
Before Xiaoxiao could think further, there was a knock on the door, followed by the sound of it opening.
Xiaoxiao turned her head and saw, by the light, a delicate and pretty face, of a person only in their twenties, not yet thirty.
This? There are women in this bandit den? Could this also be a captive wife?
