Qin Huan had never shared his misery with anyone, not because he was too proud, caring about face, and afraid of losing face by speaking out, but because even if he did, no one would understand him. Because his fiancée was Ling Hua.
Ling Hua was truly formidable. Although people often overlooked him, her intended husband, whenever they did remember, they all thought he was fortunate and saw him in a different light.
If he began to complain to anyone who would listen, no one within thirty feet would care to hear. Just like if he said that big, purple grapes were so sour they could set one's teeth on edge, nobody would believe him.
