The Arbiter reached the residence, striding to Xiaoling's room as quickly as he could. As he reached her room, he could hear her sobbing inside. He sighed deeply, standing outside the door and contemplating his course of action.
It was an understatement to say that Weisheng had messed up. But the Arbiter couldn't fully blame Weisheng. His predisposed fate ensured putting cracks between him and Xiaoling. No matter what divination the Arbiter ran, it never looked promising.
Unable to hear her sobs anymore, the Arbiter knocked on the door, "Ling'er, it is us. Can we come inside?"
The laments continued, and she didn't answer him. The Arbiter was concerned she might get sick.
"We are coming in," The Arbiter announced as he slowly opened the door.
