When Yun Xiajie touched his heart at the scene of his father's passing, all he felt was a steady beating, yet doubt clouded his thoughts.
'Why am I unable to feel anything at all in response to this scene? Have I become heartless?'
He wasn't saddened by the death of a family member like his uncle and older brother was.
He was perplexed as to why he had no sympathy for other individuals. Until he could hear the voice speaking to him in his head.
{You wouldn't feel anything, of course. They were unrelated to us. Only one person could make our hearts throb. Only our other half has the power to influence ourselves. Adjust to it. When Jing'er leaves your side, you'll know what I meant.}
