Bu Jing

Aside from an obsession with scholarly success that ordinary people did not possess, the old scholar was not usually a man of mercurial moods. So long as Wen Xu studied diligently and excelled in his work, their relationship was remarkably peaceful. The Wen Household was not particularly wealthy either, yet for the sake of Wen Xu's studies, the old scholar would even cut back on his own expenses to buy him the finest paper and brushes.

Wen Xu was deeply grateful to his adoptive father, so he studied with all his might. But beyond that, he did not know what else he could do to repay him.

"Since it was so good, why did you look so sad?"

Wen Xu was very good at smiling like a spring breeze. After all, he was handsome, and his smile was never unpleasant to others. He could not see the expressions on other people's faces, and naturally, he could not see his own either. Face blindness had brought him not merely difficulty in social interactions, but also a dullness in perceiving his own emotions.

How did a beggar obtain food and copper coins? Naturally, by forcing a smile and playing up misery. Wen Xu had once thought that entirely reasonable. Since he could not see the expressions on others' faces, he had assumed everyone was the same.

But later, he gradually became able to sense the emotions others conveyed. Only then did he learn that people could express their feelings through their expressions. It turned out that he, too, had emotions of his own; he simply could not perceive them himself.

Just like now. His master could see his sorrow, but he himself could not truly feel it.

Wen Xu often examined himself, trying to broaden his Dao Heart. But how could he