He had a feeling that if that signature went down, something rather incredible might happen.
As the saying went, soaring thoughts were bound to come crashing down, because reality's gravity was simply too heavy.
Fu Qian felt that "Don Juan" was putting precisely that sort of development on display.
From start to finish, the father's pressure and the wife's expectations had been so powerful that even spectators could see it. How could anyone demand too much of the pale, miserable young man caught in the middle?
Though he had taken the pen with ease, the weight of life already seemed visible on his shoulders...
So when the pen tip remained suspended a finger's breadth above the marriage certificate, refusing to fall, not a single spectator showed impatience.
"It's fine if you write it wrong."
Even Lord Jose said so.
He was considerate to an almost excessive degree. Faced with a son afraid of marriage, he actually indicated that it was fine even if his hand shook and he signed incorrectly, as though there were plenty of spares.
Unfortunately, the desire for control reflected behind that powerful mentality was even less friendly upon closer thought.
"Then I'm relieved. I feel like I'm definitely going to write it wrong."
Fortunately, Don Juan did not seem to have thought too deeply about it. Faced with Jose's reassurance, he actually nodded slightly in satisfaction.
...Was he really that confident?
Saying he might write the wrong name was a little too righteous, no matter how one looked at it.
Even if he was using it to express dissatisfaction, it seemed rather childish.
The spectators were clearly somewhat confused by the groom's words.
Of course, people's joys and sorrows were never shared. Some frowned at this, while others' eyes lit up, as though hope had been