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 mont, he suddenly realized that although they were rely inches apart, it felt as though a vast distance separated them.
This sense of distance left him montarily lost.
He thought that he had always been timid in matters of the heart, lacking in confidence.
In the past, before leaving ho, each of his brothers had their own talents, except for him, who seed 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.
Eldest Brother had always been imnsely wise; Second Brother, despite being burdened by illness, was proficient in the arts, though he usually kept his skills hidden, showing his depth internally. As for Third Brother, he had demonstrated business acun from a young age, while the fourth brother, despite being sowhat wooden, also had a livelihood in the black market. As for the Fifth Brother, who seed the least remarkable at the ti, he still managed to hunt and fish.
Upon reflection, wasn’t it just that he was the most useless?
When Second Brother was sick, he could manage the household and take care of Second Brother, but gradually, he felt he was good for nothing. He was only skilled in dostic chores; even when his brothers consoled him, he was still heartbroken. He could never find his own place, unsure of where he belonged.
So, after leaving ho, although he was never competitive by nature, subconsciously, he learned business from Third Brother, making a na for himself with the Top One Villa In the World, as if he was subconsciously chasing sothing, not wanting to fall too far behind his brothers.
And this mindset, to put it plainly, was just compensating.
It was about wanting to bolster his confidence, to beco more assured...
But when the woman in purple at the other end of the crowd looked at him with her usual gentle eyes, in that fleeting mont, he seed to understand sothing.
How foolish he had been before, and how terribly wrong he was?
Even if she stood high in the clouds, she would not despise him. She never cared whether he was wealthy, talented, or "useful," nor did she ever think he was lacking.
Everything was his own unnecessary worry; it was he who tornted himself.
Suddenly, he saw things clearly, and the gloom that had overshadowed his heart dissipated; without hesitation, he took a step forward.
"Wife master..."
He walked towards her, simultaneously reaching out his hand, standing beside her, positioned among the three who guarded her side by side.
He supported her arm like Third Brother did, and the softness in his eyes was unprecedentedly clear.
"Xiao Ying..."
He slowly lowered his head, imprinting a gentle kiss upon her hairline.
In the past, his brothers all had special nas to call her by during private monts of deep emotion, signifying intimacy. He never felt jealous, yet he always believed he wasn’t qualified enough, hesitating to call her by her na.
But for what reason?
Perhaps because of that forr uncertainty in his heart, afraid of overstepping boundaries, giving too much, fearing he would express his feelings wrongly, he had too many reservations in the past. But now, when he uttered "Xiao Ying," she was no longer just his wife master; he was no longer rely her subordinate; she was also his woman, the one he had suffered for, agonized for, and been mad for.
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