Chen Nan was just over a hundred meters away from the thatched house when he burst into extreme speed and arrived at the front of the thatched house in the blink of an eye.
This hut was very simple, occupying merely about twenty square meters, its roof covered with a thick layer of white snow, the door tightly shut.
"Yiyi, are you in there?"
Convinced in his heart that this was his junior sister's dwelling, Chen Nan shouted and, without waiting, pushed the door open.
Inside was just one room, furnished very simply.
A wooden table, a bamboo chair, a bed.
On the wooden table, there was also a teapot, with brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone set beside it. But Ye Yiyi's figure was nowhere to be seen.
To confirm whether this place was truly his junior sister's dwelling, Chen Nan strode inside.
The entire room was filled with a familiar scent, Chen Nan took a deep breath and, looking at the papers held down by the inkstone on the table, he reached out and picked them up.
