Yun Ya walked past the person without glancing sideways.
The paint on the wooden door was peeling, and the copper ring had rusted, giving it a very worn-out look.
Yun Ya reached out and knocked on the copper ring.
With a creak, the door opened a crack, and a ten-year-old boy peeked out, his face full of naivety and innocence.
He looked at Yun Ya in confusion and gestured in sign language.
So he was mute.
Yun Ya understood immediately, smiled, and gestured back in sign language.
The boy was surprised that Yun Ya understood sign language, then nodded at her and closed the door, running off.
Yun Ya patiently waited.
Soon the door opened again, the boy gestured to let her in, Yun Ya smiled at him and stepped inside.
Completely blocking the person's prying eyes.
The wooden door closed again, and the man frowned and instructed the person next to him, "Go check this person's identity."
