She thought of what the villagers said about the thief who went to people's houses in the middle of the night and stepped on stones to steal things. And she wondered if this was the one. But she only had firewood here. Was it possible that this man could not sleep in the middle of the night and came over to steal her firewood?
The door opened with a creak. It also brought in the wind as well as snow from outside which blew coldly on Yan Huan's face and body. In addition to the familiar chill, it also sobered her up a little as it blew.
She could hear the sounds of the person's breathing as well as footsteps.
It was a man, and he was still gasping for air.
And that man was walking forward quietly on tiptoe. Suddenly, there was a crash and his foot stepped on a branch. He also uttered a curse word.
"Damn it!"
