The night was dark and windy, and when everyone had gone to sleep, Mu Danian was dragging his mosquito-bitten body full of sores back.
He carried a tattered cloth picked up from who knows where, wrapping around the indescribable thing in front of him, carefully avoiding everyone along the way.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the Old Mu Family's courtyard.
Just as he was about to quietly step into the house, a person who had been watching him all night suddenly jumped out from the darkness.
This person was none other than Mu Shuangshuang.
Holding a long wooden stick she had prepared in advance, she started yelling while fiercely swinging the stick at Mu Danian.
"Thief, chicken thief..."
Mu Danian hadn't reacted yet, but suddenly felt a sharp pain on his body, and he cried out then and there.
"Ah... Ouch, it hurts..."
"Who is it, who hits me..."
Mu Shuangshuang acted like she didn't hear him, and her shouting grew louder.
