"So that's how it is!"
Xiong Shan went back to Big Beard's house; they don't eat three meals together anymore.
Uncle Qin walked to the yard and drew a bucket of water from the well to rinse himself.
The cool well water poured down, calming the fiery restlessness within Uncle Qin.
Then, he stopped moving.
"Knowing that my mind is dull and I'm not cut out for studying, it's better to come to terms with it early on. It's quite nice."
This was his previous sentiment, now echoing in his ears.
Uncle Qin's gaze drifted, his mind recalling the path he had taken.
The upbringing and teachings from the mistress, his daily practice, the unease at lamp-lighting, the burden during Zou Jiang... and finally, the night he miraculously escaped with a breath and returned home, conceding a second lamp-lighting.
He was mediocre in talent and never destined to be a Dragon King;
The burdens he once carried were indeed heavy; back then, he wasn't yearning for success, but fearing failure;
