The three weddings were three brief interludes, or at least that was how it seemed. No one knew of Fan Xian's frustration. When he thought of the hidden possibilities, Fan Xian felt his blood run cold. He was unsure what to say. He was far away in a foreign land, and Wu Zhu - the only person he could truly speak freely with - had disappeared without a trace. There was no way he could discuss this.
Some things have to be talked over, but this could not be spoken of with anyone.
