Yan Huo was overwhelmed with regret. He had only acted out of a momentary fit of anger, coupled with the naive hope of resolving their complicated emotional problems, but he'd only made a mess of things. 'Now, what should I do? Should I go back and lie to the Master? If I tell the truth, how would I even put it?'
That dunce Yan Huo felt like his life was a tragedy. He ran to a blank wall and started banging his head against it, but even after a long while, he couldn't come up with a better plan. He could only stomp his foot and walk away.
Meanwhile, feeling insulted and hurt, Xin Huohuo was filled with grief and indignation. She completely forgot about driving Xiaohong and just ran all the way home.
