The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1268 - 1348: Troubled by His Sorrows, Saddened by His Woes
Dong Huiying raised her index finger to her lips and carefully lowered her voice, "No need, just let him sleep like this."
It was rare to see weakness on Zhi Chen; the way he looked last night really tugged at one’s heartstrings.
Dong Huiying recalled hearing a strange notion in her past life.
Men should bear the demeanor of men; men should not cry. If they do, they are seen as pathetic and will be looked down upon, so men should be the ones who would rather bleed than shed tears.
Women set high standards for men; no one likes a crybaby. Yet, women have double standards—they can act out, cause a scene, cry whenever they want, be petty, but if it were a man doing the same, it would be annoying and people would disdain him.
But it seems many have forgotten, men are also human. No one is born with a set role of "should be" like this. Men and women are equals.
And at this moment, her heart was melting.
She worried for his worries, she felt sorrow for his sorrows.
She cherished him, loved him deeply, and even respected and admired him.
Crying is not a shameful thing.
Tears are far from the cheap and insignificant things people imagine them to be.
He is the one she loves, and since it is true love, she can accept all of him.
Whether good or bad, she can accept it, is willing to accept it, and able to accept it.
Knowing his vulnerabilities and weaknesses is far better than seeing through a mist, or just watching from afar, far better than sharing a bed but dreaming different dreams, unaware of what the other truly desires in their heart.
Yixuan lifted the hem of his robe, sitting cross-legged on the ground next to her.
He was next to her, casually plucking a blade of grass, smoothing out the veins on its leaves, then wiping off the dew.
He placed the blade of grass against his lips, gently blowing a carefree tune.
The melody was ethereal and clear, delicate and gentle, just like him.
Dong Huiying turned her head to look at Yixuan, finding him gazing at the horizon’s dawn.
The morning sun was golden, the morning light was also golden, the mist swirled, and as the dawn light sprinkled down, even the mist seemed coated in a faint gold, like a shower of gold powder falling from the sky. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
After the tune ended, Yixuan held the leaf in one hand and slowly lowered his eyelids.
His brows and eyes were lowered, his eyelashes very long, curled and upturned.
Finally, he softly asked, "Are the dreams that elder brother has... real?"
Dong Huiying looked back, behind her, Shu Yu sat in front of a table under the eaves, focused on the chessboard, holding a black piece. The black piece and her jade-like hand complemented each other beautifully.
She glanced to the side, seeing Haoming carrying the sleepy Yue Ning, heading inside the house, while Shujun leaned against the wall, her expression vague, lost in thoughts unknown.
She turned her gaze back to look at Yixuan’s face. "They are real."
She tenderly caressed Zhi Chen’s cheek, then softly said...
"Everything he dreams of, there are traces to follow. It began at Qingfeng Mountain, before Pei Yu appeared. Things Shujun did were very well hidden, none of you brothers knew, nor did he. But in that dream, he found out, so he specially went to confirm with Shujun."
Yixuan suddenly raised his head, looking at his wife master, asking puzzled, "Why would elder brother have such dreams?"
"Why?" She paused, slightly startled for a moment, then frowned and replied, "Back then..."
