Scholar Xue was anxious and went to the medical center first. After reconnecting his dislocated right shoulder, he rushed to the academy.
The next day, he went to a poetry session.
On the third day, he went to a teahouse…
In the past three days, he had gone around telling everyone he met how devoted he was to himself. He had also told others how outstanding he was… However, he had received countless disdainful gazes and disdainful scoldings.
Scholar Xue was furious and anxious. He felt that no one understood him.
No one knows me better than myself!
Scholar Xue held back his anger and came to the river in a huff. He stroked his face and pitied himself.
His own figure was reflected in the clear river.
His eyes were so bright, like stars.
His nose was so straight that it looked like it had been carved by a knife.
His lips were so full, like peaches.
