His tears rolled down his cheeks onto the sparkly clean floor. Like little dew drops, it got soaked in without any trace left behind. "I couldn't help you at all master...." Xia cried aloud.
Day or night he did not know, but time passed on without him being aware. He laid on the bed unmoving, watching the familiar ceiling. After a while his stomach ached all of a sudden.
He rolled over, hugging himself close. "Long....I'm hurt and sad, where are you?" he whispered sadly.
His heart ached badly. He softly sobbed and rolled out of bed. Dragging his tired legs, he walked over to the spring lake. He suddenly tripped over something. In the dark he squatted down and blindly searched with his hands outstretched. His fingers met something cold. He glanced at the cauldron, which was casually near the bed and choked.