After a severe fever, my eye, which had been blinded eight years ago when I was saving He Yan'an and one of his patients stabbed me, suddenly regained its sight.
Overjoyed, I rushed to his office, hoping to surprise him.
But when I saw him for the first time in years, he was feeding someone else a Swiss roll.
"A Yu, that blind woman is nothing but a nuisance. She can't do anything, and I've really had enough of her."
"I never asked her to save me back then. She went blind and insisted on clinging to me, even hoping to marry me. She should have died eight years ago."
Lin Jingyu licked the cream off his finger and asked coyly,
"Brother Yan'an, since you're willing to give me eight Swiss rolls, does that mean you're willing to give me your heart too?"
I wanted to blind myself right there and then.
On our wedding day, I left He Yan'an behind and boarded a plane to New York.
He questioned me like a madman.
"Are you blind and crazy now?"
"He Yan'an, I can see again."
