When the bright spotlight of the wealthy wedding slowly went out, and the bustle receded like a tide, Chen Xuan was like a shadow forgotten by the world, hiding alone in a dark corner where no one cared. His body was thin but his back was straight. His hands were slowly and unconsciously clenched, and his joints were slightly white from exertion. His eyes were like a bottomless lake. Under the calm lake surface, there was a volcano quietly dormant and ready to go. It seemed quiet and peaceful, but in fact it contained majestic power that could overturn the entire city in an instant and change the world. As the son-in-law of the Su family, he was like a tiny seed that was ruthlessly crushed by fate and trampled into the dust at will. For a long time, he silently endured countless scornful glances from everyone in the Su family, unscrupulous humiliation, and the ubiquitous and suffocating contempt.
The days when he first entered the Su family were undoubtedly a long and painful dark time for Chen Xuan. Every morning, before the morning light had completely dispelled the coolness of the night, he would get up in a hurry, put on those shabby, patched clothes, and start busy with all kinds of heavy and rough chores. In the courtyard, he held a broom and swept the fallen leaves over and over again. Fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping on the fallen leaves he had just swept up. In the kitchen, he bent over and cleaned the piles of dishes. His hands were white and swollen from being soaked in cold water, and his rough fingers moved mechanically among the greasy dishes. When a banquet was held at home, he became the laughing stock of everyone. At the beginning of the lanterns, the banquet hall was brightly lit, with fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples, and everyone was laughing and laughing, but he could only move through it cautiously.
