Xu Yunfei was convinced that Zhang Xiaoying truly meant to abandon him.
Recalling the incidents that had just transpired, Xu Yunfei's fragile spirit simply couldn't cope, and he harbored thoughts of suicide.
Prostrate on the ground, he fumbled around and his hands found a broken tile.
He gripped the tile tightly, then glanced once more in the direction Zhang Xiaoying had left, tears incessantly falling.
Zhang Xiaoying had no idea what Xu Yunfei was doing.
She located the man, and with a few quick movements, pried open the crossbeam to see the man lying there on his back.
He had been crushed to death by the crossbeam, his forehead bloodied and his features barely discernible.
Zhang Xiaoying searched through the host's memories and found no mention of this man; he seemed to be from another village.
On her way there, she had also heard the few words the man had spoken.