Xie Chi slept deeply. She didn’t wake until the afternoon of the next day.

Most of the whip marks were on her back, so she lay on her stomach, not daring to turn over.

Not far away sat a fat aunt sleeping with her head on the table, wearing a dark blue jacket with rolled-up edges that revealed her waist fat completely.

Xie Chi was very hungry – so hungry her heart fluttered – but seeing the fat aunt sleeping so soundly, she couldn’t bear to disturb her and waited with longing eyes for her to wake naturally.

After a long while, the fat aunt got a leg cramp, grimaced as she got up, and rubbed her leg while holding it.

“You’re awake.”

Hearing the voice, the fat aunt looked over: “Oh girl, when did you wake up? Wait, my leg’s numb.” She supported herself on the table to stand, shook her foot, and slowly walked to the bedside: “How do you feel? Does it still hurt?”

What a pointless question.

“Mm.”

“The young master called me to take care of you – eating, drinking, everything. Just tell me if you need anything.”

“…”

The fat aunt lifted the quilt to check her legs: “The bleeding stopped. That dead girl really was vicious – stabbed quite deep.” She covered Xie Chi with the quilt again: “My surname is Wang. Everyone calls me Big Mouth Wang.” As she spoke, she laughed loudly: “Look how big my mouth is.”

“…” Xie Chi couldn’t bring herself to say it: “I’ll call you Auntie.”

“That works.”

“Auntie, I want water.” Xie Chi had been staring at the teapot on the table for a while: “Please bring me the teapot.”

Big Mouth Wang brought the teapot over. Xie Chi drank directly from the spout.

“Slowly.”

She drained the teapot to the last drop.

Big Mouth Wang uncovered her upper body: “Time to change the medicine. You were sleeping so I didn’t dare move you, afraid of waking you.”

“Okay, thank you for the trouble.”

“No trouble. Feel free to order me around, don’t be shy.” Big Mouth Wang pulled over the medicine box: “The young master gave me several silver dollars. All the women wanted this job but couldn’t compete with me. You know why?”

Xie Chi didn’t want to know.

Big Mouth Wang laughed heartily: “Because of my big mouth! The young master said I look especially pleasant when I laugh, so he had me come cheer you up. Hahaha!”

“…”

Big Mouth Wang prepared to apply medicine, stopped laughing, and steadied her hands: “I’ll be gentle. Bear with it – cry out if it hurts.”

“Mm.”

Xie Chi suddenly noticed she was naked: “Where are my clothes?”

“I took them off. Too troublesome to wear – any pulling or touching hurts the wounds.” Big Mouth Wang looked at her small slender waist: “Look how thin you are. How could you withstand the young master’s rough handling? Need to eat more, get fatter for childbearing.”

“…”

Before finishing the medicine application, Big Mouth Wang suddenly stamped her foot: “Oh no, I almost forgot!”

Xie Chi was startled: “What’s wrong?”

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Big Mouth Wang put down the ointment and ran out. After running some distance, she remembered the door wasn’t closed and came back to shut it, afraid the wind would make her catch cold: “Don’t move around. I’ll be right back.”

“Mm.”

The door was closed.

Xie Chi stared at the window in a daze, recalling yesterday’s events. He Feng had saved her again – already the third time.

Just as she was thinking of him, he appeared.

Before, He Feng always kicked doors open. Different from usual, this time he pushed the door especially gently, as if afraid to disturb her. Upon entering and meeting Xie Chi’s eyes, he strode over: “Awake.”

“Mm.”

He Feng stood by the bed, looking down at her expressionlessly: “When did you wake up?”

“Just now.”

He reached out to pull back Xie Chi’s quilt.

Xie Chi quickly pressed it down. Moving her arm caused tearing pain in her back shoulder.

“Why are you moving around?”

He Feng wanted to check her wounds and tried to pull the quilt again. Xie Chi held it firmly: “Don’t, I’m not wearing clothes.”

“I’ve seen everything already.”

“Yesterday I was nearly dead, today I’m alive again – it’s different.”

He Feng smiled and withdrew his hand: “Quite strong. Pretty resilient – one night and you’re full of life again.”

“…” Xie Chi pressed her face against the pillow: “Where did you go last night?”

“To get revenge for you.”

“Did you kill someone?”

“No.”

“Then what kind of revenge is that? Song Qingtao killed my sister.” Xie Chi looked at him with indifferent eyes: “Can you help me find the body?”

She seemed too calm. He Feng had been wondering how to tell her about this, but now it seemed unnecessary to worry.

“Already buried.”

“Where?”

“Halfway up the mountain. Want to see?”

“No need.”

He Feng fell silent.

Xie Chi seemed to see through his thoughts: “I had no feelings for her. We didn’t have the same mother, didn’t grow up together – just a blood relation. I was nearly dead myself, no time to grieve for others. You saved me, and I’ll repay you.”

He Feng studied her for a moment: “I promised to send you down the mountain. If you want, I can send you away now.”

“Can I stay a bit longer?” Xie Chi looked at the whip marks on her hands: “I don’t want to leave for now.”

“Injured like this, movement isn’t convenient.” Xie Chi looked up from her wounds at him: “Is that okay?”

“Then rest and recover first.” He Feng turned and headed out.

Xie Chi called after him: “He Feng.”

He turned back to look at her.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t respond and left.

Right after He Feng left, Big Mouth Wang returned with a large bowl, calling from afar: “Coming, coming.”

It was chicken soup – very fragrant.

Smelling the meat, Xie Chi raised her head slightly.

“Don’t move, I’ll bring it over.” Big Mouth Wang first placed the chicken soup on the table, moved a stool beside the bed, then went to get the bowl. Xie Chi was drooling with hunger, her gaze following it closely as she tried to reach for it.

“It’s hot, don’t move. Your hands are injured too – I’ll feed you.” Big Mouth Wang ladled a spoonful of soup: “Try a sip first.”

Xie Chi leaned her face forward and sipped it clean.

“How is it?”

She nodded: “Mm, delicious.”

“Simmered in the small kitchen all morning, just reheated. The meat’s even more tender. Before dawn, the young master went into the woods and caught this in the middle of the night. Good, isn’t it?”

“Mm.”

“Rare to see the young master so attentive to a girl. I watched him grow up – in over ten years he’s never stood up for any other girl like this.” Big Mouth Wang smiled as she scooped up meat with her pinky extended: “After bringing you back last night, he went to Qing Village to settle accounts with that Peach girl. This morning I heard he whipped her several times and even shot her – right through the palm!”

Xie Chi slowly chewed the meat.

Just one hand – Song Qingtao deserved to die, to die without a burial place.

“Peach girl loves using whips. Now her right hand probably can’t be used anymore. Serves her right! Too domineering. Every time she came here we had to serve her like an ancestor, afraid of saying one wrong word and getting whipped. Now it’s good – the young master threw her precious whip into the fire.”

Thinking of that whip, Xie Chi seemed to still hear the sound of it striking flesh.

“That whip was originally a gift from the young master. Peach girl loved it so much, carried it everywhere to show off. She tortured you because she was jealous. Lucky she didn’t slash your face – as long as you’re not disfigured, everything’s fine. Is it too hot?”

Xie Chi shook her head.

“I heard last night someone also had a hand chopped off. Scary to think about.” Seeing her silence, Big Mouth Wang continued: “You don’t need to fear them. With the young master protecting you, you can walk sideways in these mountains. Don’t look at him being the junior – none of those elders dare offend him.”

Xie Chi just focused on drinking soup, listening with half an ear to her endless chatter without saying a word.

“Speaking of these three villages, ours is still the best. The head hasn’t managed affairs for years, leaving everything to the young master. Those rough men are disciplined by him and have become much more orderly – he doesn’t allow them to rob and kill randomly down the mountain. Lei Village is also decent. It’s Qing Village stuck in the middle that causes the most trouble. If you ask me, the young master should go properly manage them, kill some of the Song family’s arrogance.”

Xie Chi had long pondered this matter. With so many powerful elders in these villages, He Feng couldn’t gain such distinction just from his status as young master. For someone so young to be feared by everyone, he must have accomplished something. This Big Mouth Wang was talkative – perfect for getting information: “Why is everyone afraid of him?”

“He’s fierce. Though young, he’s skilled at everything, fears nothing, and strikes ruthlessly. When it comes to fighting, no one can handle him. You should know about his marksmanship.” Big Mouth Wang held up her finger: “His bullets are like they have eyes – hits wherever he aims.”

“I thought he was better at robbing homes.”

“You’re right about that too, but the young master doesn’t rob homes – he looks down on small households.” Big Mouth Wang spoke with pride: “If he’s going to do it, he does it big.”

No matter how remarkable, he’s still a bandit – on the wrong path.

“This spring, he led men to rob a cart of good stuff on North Mountain Ridge Road. Over a hundred people were completely wiped out by him leading just a dozen men.” Big Mouth Wang stirred the soup and fished up a bone, poking it with chopsticks to pick off the meat: “Know who they robbed?”

Xie Chi stared at the meat and casually asked: “Who?”

“Japanese.” Big Mouth Wang regretted it as soon as she said it, slapping her mouth: “The head forbade mentioning this. Bah, bah, bah – pretend you didn’t hear that. I said nothing.”

“Oh.”

“But people respect him not just for this – there’s something more important: the mine he controls.”

“Mine?”

“The young master never told you?”

“No.”

Mentioning this made Big Mouth Wang more excited: “Do you know the Pei family?”

“No.”

“The Pei family in town – Pei Fangda’s family, our area’s richest. Second Master Pei has an unusual relationship with our young master, often comes to see him. He came a few days ago – didn’t you see him?”

Xie Chi remembered the man in the long robe waiting in the courtyard that day: “The one who came to take him down the mountain?”

“Yes, yes, yes! That young man is really handsome. Matchmakers have nearly broken down his door. Speaking of age, he should be twenty now – time to marry.”

After talking so long, not a word on the main point.

“What’s his relationship to the mine?”

“He and our young master jointly manage the coal mine.”

“Mm, tell me more.”

“These four mountains – east, west, south, north – aren’t ordinary mountains. There’s coal underneath. The old head wouldn’t let them mine it, afraid it would ruin the feng shui. The current head was filial and never allowed it either. Only after the old head passed away and the current head relented did the young master insist on leading people to open the mine, partnering with the Pei family. I don’t know the exact arrangement, but since opening the mine, our lives have improved. Two years ago we could barely eat enough – killing a chicken or cow was like celebrating a festival. Look now – those men drink and eat meat all day.”

So this He Feng also has a business mind.

“Don’t look at how few people are in the village now. Our three main villages and six smaller ones have over two thousand people total. The able-bodied men take turns working the mine. Though it’s hard and dangerous, the pay is good, so everyone’s willing.”

“If life is good, why still rob?”

“You don’t understand – they’re all bandit-born with ingrained bad habits that can’t be changed. The mine needs workers, but the village can’t be left empty – need people to guard it. These people idle around all day drinking and gambling. When bored, they sneak down the mountain for walks, blocking travelers. Whoever runs into them is unlucky.”

Indeed unlucky for eight lifetimes.

“I was robbed and brought up the mountain.” Big Mouth Wang carefully fed her soup: “Come on, open your mouth wider so it doesn’t spill on the bedding.” She sighed: “I was originally from Qinghua Village. Go down the mountain and walk four li north – that’s my parents’ home.”

“Don’t you want to escape?” Xie Chi asked.

“Escape what? My husband and child are on the mountain, and there’s no one left at my parents’. What would I do if I went down?”

Xie Chi looked at her smiling face with some sadness.

“Well, I thought about running at first, but later accepted it. Where would I go anyway? Women who come out of bandit lairs – no one wants us. Even if someone did, wouldn’t it still be farming and living day to day? No wealthy fate. Mountain or valley, it’s all the same. Besides, my man loves me – can’t bear to leave.” Seeing Xie Chi’s downcast silence, Big Mouth Wang comforted: “You just came up the mountain – feeling upset is normal. You look like a rich family’s daughter. Though many things here can’t compare to outside, you have advantages. You’re with the young master – how many girls in these mountains admire him? He wouldn’t even care if they threw themselves at him. Stay with him properly – you’ll never worry in this lifetime. The head doesn’t manage affairs these days, just drinks all day. Probably won’t be long before he steps down. Then it’ll be the young master’s world. And you’re his first woman – even if he takes concubines later, you’ll still be the primary wife, the head’s lady.”

“…”

“The young master isn’t just handsome – he’s educated too.” Big Mouth Wang looked around sneakily and lowered her voice: “You just arrived, don’t know many things yet. His mother was also kidnapped and brought up the mountain. Oh, she was truly a great beauty – I couldn’t look away. Not only pretty but wealthy – who knows how much gold and silver her family sent to ransom her, but the head wouldn’t let her go.”

“What happened then?”

“When the lady came, she already had one in her belly – that’s He Zhan. The head doted on her and let He Zhan take his surname. Later the lady had another with the head, also a boy, but he was kicked to death by a horse at four. Finally she gave birth to the young master.”

No wonder – never heard anyone mention the second son.

“The lady studied abroad – seems she studied in Japan. Some say Young Master He is Japanese seed.”

Just as Xie Chi was getting interested, Big Mouth Wang stopped talking: “And then?”

“The lady taught both brothers to read and write, always chattering in foreign languages. The head adored her – gave her whatever she wanted. Never wore the same clothes twice – fabrics I’d never seen, so beautiful. Besides clothing, she had many foreign things shipped from Shanghai – very curious. We thought the lady had resigned herself to staying, but she still ran away – seven or eight years ago. I heard one morning she took the young master bird hunting, but took advantage of the guards’ inattention to ride down the mountain and never looked back. The young master was small then – chased for over ten li. When brought back, both feet were bloody. Later the head led people to chase her, searched for two months but never found her. Ah, that lady was truly heartless – two children and she abandoned them both. She could have at least taken one.”

There was movement outside.

“What are you chatting about?” It was Qing Yangzi.

Big Mouth Wang quickly shut up and smiled artificially: “Just chatting randomly. The girl was bored, so I’m telling her stories.” She picked up chicken meat and brought it to Xie Chi’s mouth: “Come, eat some meat.”

Qing Yangzi brought a package and placed it on the table: “The young master had me bring some preserved fruit for you to eat when bored.”

Xie Chi thanked him.

Qing Yangzi came closer, looking guilty with furrowed brows: “Sorry, it’s all my fault for running around and not protecting you properly.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Qing Yangzi hesitated to speak: “Rest well. Call Big Mouth if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

“Big Mouth, please take good care of her.”

“No trouble, no trouble – it’s my duty.”

…

That evening, Song Mang called the three heads of Qing Village to come to Yun Village together to demand an explanation from He Feng.

He Feng ignored them. Helplessly, He Zhanghui sent people to urge him several times, so he had to go through the motions and meet them.

The three heads sat below He Zhanghui looking like they were seeking justice, chattering for a long time while He Feng didn’t listen to a word.

He played with his small knife, preparing to leave.

Seeing him about to go, Song Mang jumped up and pointed at him: “Stop.”

He Feng stopped and said flatly: “She hurt my woman. Uncle Song, for your sake I didn’t throw her to feed the wolves. Two whips and one hand – she got off easy. The more I think about it, the more I feel shortchanged. How about I go give her two more cuts?”

Song Mang swallowed a belly full of curses but didn’t dare speak them. He pointed at He Feng, his face turning blue with anger: “Just for a woman from down the mountain, you broke village rules and hurt one of our own. You’re still a young master who will shoulder responsibility for all the villages. Our Qing Village has always obeyed you, but you owe Qingtao an explanation for this.”

He Feng hadn’t slept all night and lazily lifted his eyelids to look at him: “You still know about rules? Your daughter took someone from my courtyard and tortured her for two days, nearly killing her. I’m also demanding an explanation. How about you tie her up and send her over so I can play with her for two days? Then we’ll call it even.”

“How can she compare to Qingtao!” Song Mang’s face reddened: “What is she anyway?”

Song Feng sat beside them without speaking. Song Jiao tried to mediate: “Little Feng, not that Second Uncle is biased, but Qingtao grew up with you. For all these years of friendship, you really went too far. Qingtao’s feelings for you should be clear – this hurt her body and heart.”

“Bring that girl out – I want to see if she’s dead!” Song Mang continued ranting frantically.

He Feng suddenly looked at him with ill intent. Song Mang’s heart immediately felt fearful. He had ruled the mountain for over ten years and killed dozens of times more people than this young punk, yet was always intimidated by his gaze.

He Feng said nothing, stepped forward, and brushed dust off his shoulder: “Almost forgot – you people took turns playing with her sister. I haven’t settled that account yet, but you came to me first. Perfect – let’s settle everything together.”

The silent He Zhanghui finally spoke: “Little Feng, how are you talking? What ‘I’ this and ‘I’ that? You’re the junior – show some respect to your elders.”

He Feng stared coldly at Song Mang, making people shudder.

He stepped back: “Fine, Uncle Song. What other guidance do you have? Little Feng is listening.”

“You…”

“Enough, stop arguing. What a trivial matter.” He Zhanghui rubbed his forehead, very impatient: “I say Peach girl was wrong first. A girl should have her temper managed.”

“Big Brother!”

“Little Feng, go down the mountain to buy something to appease her, and give her another whip. This matter ends.”

Song Mang looked anxiously at He Zhanghui: “But…”

“All of you shut up – you’re giving me a headache.” He Zhanghui slowly stood up: “Go back where you came from.”

Song Mang called again: “Big Brother!”

“Go back.”

Song Mang bowed: “Yes.”

Song Jiao and Song Feng also came down to persuade Song Mang to leave.

Song Mang looked resentfully at He Feng, snorted, and left with a flourish.

He Feng watched the three Song brothers leave in defeat: “Uncles, take care. I won’t see you out.”

…

He Feng didn’t return to the courtyard all day.

Besides Big Mouth Wang and the doctor who came to examine her in the afternoon, Xie Chi saw no one else.

The courtyard was very quiet – only the soft sounds of cleaning people coming and going. Xie Chi lay in bed and should have rested peacefully, but she couldn’t sleep.

She was in pain and angry – from head to toe, not one part felt comfortable.

She gripped the bedding tightly, wanting to kill them all.

“The young master’s back.”

Hearing voices outside, Xie Chi immediately released her grip and looked toward the door. She wasn’t sure if He Feng would come see her first. She kept staring at the door, waiting for it to open.

But He Feng didn’t come in.

He went in and out several times without coming to see her once.

…

These past nights there were no gunshots – the mountain was unusually quiet. He Feng had disappeared somewhere and hadn’t been seen.

Xie Chi’s wounds hadn’t fully healed – they still hurt, but didn’t look so hideous. Probably because she was young, plus daily meat soup and medicine, she recovered well. She could turn over and move slightly.

At night, there was sudden commotion outside. Xie Chi lay in bed and called Big Mouth Wang twice, but no one answered.

The noise outside continued, accompanied by clanging sounds. Such a disturbance – was something wrong?

Xie Chi sat up and looked toward the window, faintly seeing firelight. Could there be a fire?

Excellent – better if it all burned down.

A shadow passed by the window – by the silhouette, it was He Feng.

Xie Chi looked toward the door and saw He Feng pushing a wheelchair in. He smiled at her: “Haven’t seen you for three days – you’ve gotten fatter.”

“The young master takes good care of me.” Xie Chi looked at the wheelchair in his hands: “For me?”

He Feng pushed it beside the bed: “Had nothing to do, so I made you one based on big brother’s.”

Xie Chi looked at it without speaking.

“What are you staring at? Get on.”

“Oh.”

Xie Chi supported herself on the bed and slowly moved over.

He Feng just watched the whole process without helping at all.

“How is it?”

“Pretty good.”

“Try going around a couple times.”

Xie Chi found the mechanism and pulled it up and down. The wheelchair moved forward – quite useful.

This bandit – what a waste he didn’t become a carpenter.

Xie Chi rolled up to him: “What’s happening outside? So noisy.”

“None of your business.”

“…”

“Alright, sleep.” He Feng walked to the door and suddenly stopped: “They’re wrestling. If you can’t sleep, you can come out and watch.”

Xie Chi was stunned for two seconds, then quickly rolled the wheelchair to follow.

A bonfire was set up in the village center, surrounded by a large circle of people raising fists and shouting: “Throw him! Throw him!”

“Grab his waist! Can you do it or not!”

“Ugh, useless!”

When He Feng arrived, the densely packed crowd parted: “The young master’s here.”

“Young master.”

Riding on He Feng’s coattails, Xie Chi also got a good spot. A perceptive brother brought He Feng a chair, and Xie Chi sat beside him. It actually had the bearing of a village head and his wife.

Feeling everyone’s gazes, Xie Chi deliberately moved closer to He Feng and said: “It’s all men here – should I not have come?”

He Feng glanced at her: “Then leave.”

“…”

Xie Chi continued watching the two wrestlers.

“Not leaving?”

She had nothing to say and turned the wheelchair to go.

He Feng grabbed the large wheel: “Since you’re here, watch for a while. Staying cooped up in the room all day – if the wounds don’t heal, you’ll get moldy first.”

“…” Xie Chi turned her face away, not wanting to talk to him.

He Feng smiled: “Turn around. If you’re going to watch, watch properly.”

While they talked, the match had ended. The winning strongman raised his fists and roared, his sweaty body gleaming in the firelight like oil.

He had won six straight matches with no one able to defeat him.

Amid the cheering, another strongman went up, patting his muscular chest like a clumsy bear.

Looking at the two, Xie Chi could only think of two words:

Brutes.

Fighting with brute force alone was completely unwatchable.

Her ears were nearly shattered by the surrounding shouts, her whole head buzzing. She felt tired and sighed lightly.

He Feng heard the sigh and looked at her: “Tired of watching?”

“No.”

“Then why sigh?”

“Boring.”

He Feng said nothing.

“So many people went up but couldn’t beat him down. Looks like this is the highest level here.” Xie Chi smiled contemptuously: “You bandits are nothing special – winning by brute force. Against someone with real skill from down the mountain, you wouldn’t last long.”

He Feng glared at her, hearing those four words clearly: nothing special.

Nothing special?

Actually looked down upon by a little woman?

“Then watch carefully.”

Xie Chi saw him remove his outer coat, wearing a loose white shirt underneath, waist still carrying a knife and gun.

He walked toward the strongman in the center. Seeing him enter, the brothers’ cheers grew louder, seemingly shaking the ground.

Though He Feng was tall and big, he looked somewhat thin compared to this muscular giant. He removed his knife and gun holsters, casually tossing them aside, and said to the strongman: “Don’t go easy on me.”

“Then I’m going all out, Third Master.”

“Come on.”

The strongman raised his hands in attack position, gritted his teeth, and charged at him. He Feng nimbly dodged, provocatively beckoning with his finger. The strongman smiled foolishly, wiped his nose, and lunged again. He Feng leaned his upper body back, grabbed his wrist, used his momentum to rise, suddenly spun around, side-flipped over, got behind the strongman, and locked his arm.

Too fast – impossible to see how the strongman fell.

The cheers were earth-shaking.

Xie Chi watched the victorious young man return and smiled. This young fellow – no wonder so many girls liked him.

He Feng looked triumphant, walked up to her, and said cockily: “When you meet those skilled masters from down the mountain someday, see how long I can last.”

“Three years old.”

He Feng’s brow twitched upward. Suddenly he leaned down, hands on her armrests, his nose nearly touching her face.

Xie Chi quickly leaned back, pressing against the wheelchair, her heart jumping from fright.

He Feng smiled at her, the flickering firelight dancing in his deep eyes with bright sparkles.

Xie Chi could no longer hear the surrounding noise – only this close voice, low and soft.

“What did you say?”

Xie Chi didn’t answer.

“Say it again.”

Xie Chi avoided his gaze and yanked the handle – the wheelchair rolled backward, but was pulled back the next second.

“What are you running from? I won’t eat you, will I?”

“I want to go back.”

“Did I say you could go back?” He Feng pulled the wheelchair closer.

“…”

Xie Chi could feel his warm breath, turned her face away, and gave up struggling.

He Feng saw her looking resigned to fate, turned the wheelchair around, and shouted to everyone: “You all keep playing.”

Xie Chi was pushed away by him, going against the wind, hearing crude comments around them.

“Slow down, don’t hurt your back, young master.”

“Young and strong – tomorrow give the head a grandson.”

“Third Master be gentle – she’s injured, don’t break her.”

Xie Chi felt slightly embarrassed as He Feng pushed her into the room. She wasn’t worried he’d do anything to her – with all these wounds, she wasn’t attractive anyway.

The wheelchair stopped by the bed.

The room fell strangely quiet.

“A’Zhi.”

This call made her suddenly panic.

Xie Chi cleared her throat: “What?”

He Feng said nothing. After a long time: “Nothing. Sleep early.”

“Oh.”

Xie Chi turned around to see he had already walked away and left, closing the door.

…