Xu Qiao remained in Baiyu Shan after leaving Jinshui in the small lake, she hid in one of the mountain passes until it was dark, and remained there, crying alone. She didn't sleep anymore, all she felt was pain, as if there were thousands of needles and knives in her skin, trying to tear it bit by bit from the inside. She felt the excruciating pain all night, several times she tried to hit her head against a rock, but her remaining strength was not enough to break her skull.
When the sun started to come, she tried to get out of the dark, looking for a cliff that was steep enough to be able to just jump, but her steps were already very weak. She slipped several times, unable to find a cliff deep enough. Her head ached, the wound from hitting her forehead against a rock told her that she needed someone else to help her end her life.