As soon as he opened the round iron door, he immediately felt the changes in the "room".
The discarded thin linen rope was piled up in a mess on the mattress. The filthy air was filled with the smell of burning wax, and if you listened carefully, you could hear the crunching sound of biscuits being chewed in the dark corner.
He closed the iron door, stood at the door for a while, and slowly approached the darkness.
A pair of dirty bare feet appeared within the candlelight, and like two frightened mice, they quickly retreated. At the same time, two blazing eyes stared at him from the darkness. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, from the continuous clicking sound, it seemed that the girl was still stuffing biscuits into her mouth.
He took another step forward.
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