The man remained silent and continued to press himself against the wall.
On closer inspection, Yeren could see that the man clutched a fabric behind him.
"What do you have there?" He asked, stepping forward.
The man only squeezed his eyes shut and pressed himself harder against the wall. For a thief, he seemed very inexperienced.
Yeren reached out and snatched the garment from his hand.
The garment was so tender than it ripped at the seams.
When he unfolded it, he discovered that it was a woman's silk night dress.
And from the scent, it was clear who it belonged to.
Claire.
He looked up from the garment, fixing the man with his most deadly glare.
"What do you want with this?"
The man burst into tears, shuddering as he leaned hopelessly against the wall.
