He lowered his head, trying to hide the bitter resignation and the feelings of self-loathing that he had.
With his head lowered, he reached out for the wine before him, his mind briefly and slowly drifting elsewhere.
"Jiayi, why do you have that face on? You're not a good looker as it is, now add that frown fraught with worry, I don't know if you'll ever find someone.
Your only option now is to preach the dao to a blade of grass in the hopes that your preaching will give it a chance at a rebirth into a fully-fledged spiritual plant that maybe one day will become your dao partner out of filial obligation.
Otherwise, senior brother, I don't know, your future looks bleak,"