The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1547 - 1633: Sense of Security, Vanity

Shujun said softly, "You see, looking back at the things that have happened over the years, even without us, she could live very well. One might even say that we have added trouble for her, held her back. A person like her is like gold; no matter where she is, she will shine brightly. She can handle many problems with ease; she can solve them herself, like this time when she was kidnapped by Qinghe."

"I came to find her, I worried about her, but it’s not like she can’t live without a man. Even on her own, even without Innate Divine Strength, she can escape from Qinghe."

"Sometimes I feel really useless."

He let out a silent laugh, "Maybe my mindset has changed, but actually she has always held a very high position in my heart. In the process of getting along, I found her far stronger than I imagined. She hardly even needs me. She can handle anything, but I forgot, she’s also just a person, needs to be cared for, needs to be pampered. I was wrong..."

Wrong for only seeing her strength, wrong for thinking she’s powerful. He thought about how to close the gap between their statuses to be more compatible with her, but the more he thought, the more trouble he found.

Shujun’s words left Yixuan speechless.

Shu Yu glanced at Shujun, but a faint confusion flashed in his eyes.

They are twins.

But their personalities are different.

The issues Shujun cared about were never considered by Shu Yu. Shu Yu never wondered if he could match his loved ones. His biggest issue was that he was moved too late, acted too late. Everything follows an order, and in matters of the heart, he rarely fought. Even the occasional contention wasn’t really a fight, at most a spice of life.

When faced with serious matters, he could step back to the last position. Who taught him to act too late? This was his heartache, also by nature. He didn’t lack care or concern; he didn’t lack value, but always thought, there are too many around the woman, one more him mattered little, one less him mattered equally little. He didn’t want to let go, but holding on would hurt.

He could only self-regulate, find things to distract him. Though he seemed calm, he was extremely reluctant to see the woman getting close with other brothers. Sometimes, even as she spoke a few more words with others, he couldn’t help but feel jealous.

That jealousy was too ugly.

So he tried not to look, not to notice, only appearing when he should.

Shujun, however, was different.

In childhood, when their second older brother was sick, and the eldest was busy with calculations, he was responsible for taking care of the second brother and other younger brothers. He bore much, and that smell of money was forced by life. He was heavily influenced by the market; it wasn’t that he lacked vanity, just rarely showed it. Ultimately, he wasn’t perfect, and because of his imperfections, he would fear gain and loss, afraid that he wasn’t enough to match his loved one, afraid of not being outstanding enough and being forgotten by the one he loves in the future.

Yixuan said the crying child gets the candy, Yixuan also said he was the biggest crier in the house, because he could act spoiled the best, but why act spoiled? Wasn’t it just to make her pay more attention to him, wasn’t it because... he felt too insecure.

This inferiority sensitivity was less noticeable in the past, so faint it was rarely detected. But since entering the Capital, encountering more things, it deepened.

The temptations outside were too many.

He feared she would be tempted.

Especially, Qinghe...