Watching the Marriage Monk, Di Tou felt familiar, he felt gentle, and he felt rewarded. He also felt that…
His actions had been lacking a little something, somewhat like how his thoughts were scattered and memories were foggy. He felt like he had been approaching things too forcefully, from the way he had faced this world, to the way he had raked the ground raw.
But wait, what did he mean by this world?
Before that thought could come to an end, Di Tou's mind drifted back to what he was thinking before. He was too harsh, too black and white. When confronted with a problem, he felt like an unyielding tree, helpless in the face of a buffeting wind… How ironic, a buffeting wind.
Wait, why was that ironic?
