When I saw the Hall Master, who has always been as serene as an exiled immortal, wildly scattering his black hair like a madman, cradling his head, and ceaselessly rolling on the ground with suppressed roars emanating from his mouth, I felt both shocked and a strange pang of pain in my heart.
Trembling, I asked Xiaoxin, "What's happened to the Hall Master?"
Xiaoxin shook his head and said anxiously, "I don't know what happened. The Hall Master has never been like this before. Miss Yinyin, what should we do now? What should we do?"
Seeing Xiaoxin worried, I too was frantic, but what was I supposed to do? If only I were an immortal.
Seeing my concern for the Hall Master, Xiaoxin cautiously suggested, "Sister Yinyin, the Hall Master seems to treat you quite well normally. Perhaps you could go see if you could comfort him. If you could calm him, that would be great. Miss Yinyin, I plead with you, please, Sister Yinyin, Sister Yinyin…"
