After Li Fuyou left, Li Fugui returned to the room, listless and dispirited. He had no heart for copying books anymore and just sat there, wanting to search for Xiaotian but clueless about where to start. All he could do was wait.
Having waited for a long while without seeing Xiaotian's return, his fear intensified. Xiaotian had gone off with some young master, but where? Could she still return?
He felt utterly useless and was filled with regret. Why had he chosen to stay in the first place? He regretted not accepting Yang Ming's help.
If only he knew which young master it was, he would risk his life to tear him limb from limb.
He tried to calm himself down; he couldn't let Xiaotian see his distress. So, just like usual, he went to the kitchen to cook, waiting for Xiaotian to come back.
