In no time, Xue Guangxi identified the function room where Kang Sola met her father. The function rooms were equipped with the authentic, thin, translucent paper walls over wooden lattice which held it in place – an essential component of the traditional Japanese architecture. Likewise, the room was enclosed with a sliding door made with the same material.
Due to the sparseness of the walls, he could make out some hints from the indistinct chatter inside. Easily, Xue Guangxi traced the room where Kang Sola was through identifying her voice.
He silently slid the door ajar and took a peep.
He saw Kang Sola's back, so stiff that he could have guessed how nervous and uncomfortable she could be feeling right now.
He sighed deeply, wishing he could accompany her, sit beside her, and hold her hand just to boost her confidence and make her feel better.
