Yixuan stood tall among the crowd, conspicuous as everyone around him knelt down. Dressed in white, he gazed from afar at the woman he held in his heart; at this moment, he suddenly realized that although they were merely inches apart, it felt as though a vast distance separated them.
This sense of distance left him momentarily lost.
He thought that he had always been timid in matters of the heart, lacking in confidence.
In the past, before leaving home, each of his brothers had their own talents, except for him, who seemed the most useless. All he could do all day was tending to pots and pans, and even in the realm of cooking, where his wife was skilled, he gradually found himself unable to contribute.
