Most of the window glass was shattered, with only a few sharp fragments still embedded in the window frame. The broken glass shards were scattered on the ground, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Looking through the half-open door, the room was dim and filled with a lingering smell of decay and old age. A thick layer of dust accumulated on the ground, and the wind blew up a cloud of choking dust.
The plaster on the walls had fallen off in large flakes, revealing the masonry underneath. In the corners hung a few broken spider webs, the spiders having long since vanished.
Xiao Yi approached the house and gently pushed the door, which made a dull sound. He looked inside and found that some of the furniture was also damaged and lying on the ground.
All this indicates that this house looks like it has been uninhabited for a long time, as if it has been frozen in time at a certain moment in the past. But for Xiao Yi, who is exhausted and has been wandering around, this seemingly dilapidated house is undoubtedly a precious gift from God and a rare place to live.
A glimmer of hope now ignited in his previously dim eyes. In this world full of unknowns and dangers, having a place that could shelter him from the wind and rain, even if it was so shabby, was better than continuing to wander in the wilderness.
An indescribable joy and gratitude surged in Xiao Yi's heart, as if someone who had been groping in the dark for a long time finally saw a ray of light. He knew that although this house was simple, it could become the starting point for him to cheer up again and his safe haven in this difficult situation.
He stood in front of the house, gazing at it for a long time, his mind already sketching out how to transform this place into a home where he could live in peace. He imagined building a warm bed in the corner and placing some found green plants on the windowsill to bring more life to this lifeless space.
Xiao Yi took a deep breath, feeling the tranquility and anticipation of the moment. He told himself that no matter how many difficulties there would be in the future, at least now he had a place he could call "home", even if it was so shabby and inconspicuous.
Xiao Yi took cautious and light steps, approaching the room step by step. Every move he made seemed cautious, as if the ground under his feet was full of invisible traps.
He gripped the long knife tightly in his hand, and the knife reflected a cold light under the sunlight. When he was close enough to the house, he stopped, took a deep breath, and then slowly extended the long knife forward and gently inserted it into the house.
His arms were tense, his fingers white with tension, his eyes fixed on the reach of the long knife, his ears pricked up, listening for even the slightest movement in the house. His heartbeat was particularly clear in the silence, each beat accompanied by fear and vigilance of unknown danger.
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