Having left, Han Yongsheng ran through several streets but found no trace of Wang Xiangxiang. His heart was filled with anxious urgency. He became flustered and, in the end, only managed to rush back to Xiangxiang Cloth Shop to try his luck. If she wasn't there, he would have to seek help.
His footsteps were quick as he hurried into Xiangxiang Cloth Shop, asking the shop assistant, "Has your miss returned?"
The shop assistant looked up and, recognizing the man who had come with their miss in the morning, replied, "She has returned; she's in the back room."
At these words that she had returned, Han Yongsheng's heart, which had been suspended in mid-air, settled down, and he quickly walked toward the room at the back, pushing open the door.
He saw Wang Xiangxiang bent over the table, clutching her head and sobbing bitterly.
Seeing her, so heartbroken, his heart ached with sympathy. He walked over and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, passing it to her, "Wipe your tears."
