What awkwardness? Nothing of the sort.
Gu Jiao, having relished enough tofu, returned to her room contented, leaving Xiao Liulang alone in the hall... a little disheveled and windswept.
Gu Jiao had a blissful sleep.
Xiao Liulang, feeling agitated for some unknown reason, kept tossing and turning, waking up the little monk.
Little monk grumpily complained, "Aren't adults supposed to behave? Can't you just sleep nicely?"
Scolded by the little one, Xiao Liulang actually calmed down. He closed his eyes, and before long, slipped into a dream.
A spring rain fell during the night, ceasing only at dawn. The ground was wet and slippery, causing the little monk to stumble and fall as he ventured outside.
He had something in his hand when he fell, and unable to protect his head and body in time, he scraped his knee.
Gu Jiao was not at home; she had stepped out.