Before he had time to ponder deeply, yet again someone else entered the courtyard.
The monk heard the door outside and panicked immediately. He quickly tried to jump onto a roof beam, only to realize after one leap that he couldn't reach it. He thought about crawling under the bed, but as he bent over, he felt he couldn't fit, so he had no choice but to crouch behind the bookshelf, pressing himself against the wall, holding his head, and fearing any reflective glare.
This time, the person who pushed the door open was a young woman dressed in white mourning clothes. She appeared to be in her early twenties — probably a minor concubine of the duke's household. Yet she had red-swollen eyes from crying, a beauty with a lovely and pitiable charm. Adding to that the allure of a widow in mourning, Li Fan the "teacher" could indeed give her a high score of above eighty, but less than ninety, *cough cough*.
