At this moment, Xiaojiao returned absent-mindedly to his room in the center of the settlement.
The room lacked any lighting facilities like oil lamps, containing only a crude wooden table, four wooden stools, and a bed covered with a thick layer of hay.
In the dark, Xiaojiao felt his way to the bed from memory, curling up with his arms around his knees, staring blankly out the window into the night sky.
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