As barefoot as possible, Xia Yihan came to the stairs he had seen before. There was an empty bucket at the entrance of the stairs. It was the one that Xia Yihan took with him in the afternoon.

hesitated to go down. The stairs were long. Xia Yihan felt the railings and walked down the stairs. His foot was under the ship's cabin. There was nothing but grain and flour.

Xia Yihan turned his head to go back. The regular voice sounded again and walked along. Xia Yihan struggled to pick up two bags of flour. Behind the flour was a wall.

Xia Yihan picked it up with his hands...