Thinking and thinking, the memories in his mind welled up like someone twisting open a tap, pouring forth experiences that weren't his own.,Xiao Ding was just a frail scholar, he couldn't withstand such a fatal blow to the neck. He first fell into a coma and then died on the cold hay in the stable.,Now even the stable boy who fed the horses is gone, leaving only Xiao Quan and the dog in the kitchen.。