A long sigh, and Aotian came to somewhat understand the people of this village. They were not unwelcoming to outsiders; their indifference was merely a form of self-preservation.
"Creak..."
The door opened again, and the little girl ran out. She was carrying a large bundle of dry firewood.
Apparently, she knew that a small basin of charcoal wouldn't last until dawn. Perhaps their family hadn't prepared enough charcoal, so she used dry firewood as a substitute.
As the saying goes, offering help in a time of need is better than adding flowers to brocade.
The little girl's mindset at this moment was precisely a symbol of the village, wasn't it?
"Thank you..."
"You're welcome..."
"Eh..."
The girl's voice was clear and crisp, mixed with childishness, and her cheeks were shyly adorable. Her eyes were impeccably clear, so bright that even in a dim environment, they couldn't be hidden.
"You, what are you doing?"
Being suddenly held back, the girl looked timidly at Aotian.
