Xie Wang Isn’t Blind

My uncle, who faked being blind for thirty years, raised me as his personal shadow. After being reborn, I personally exposed his lies.

My master, Xie Wang, was blind and eccentric, but he treated only me, Lin Qingyao, with kindness.

With his dying breath, my father entrusted me to him, saying, “Take good care of her.” And so he watched over me for twenty years.

I believed he would be my “eyes,” and he became my “sword.”

Until the day of my wedding, when he personally sent me into the abyss. Only then did I hear my supposedly blind master chatting and laughing with someone outside the door:

“Pretending to be blind for thirty years. I'm exhausted.”

“That girl Qingyao is just too innocent. She's easy to fool.”

Only then did I understand that the so-called “uncle who was like a father” was nothing more than his hunting trap.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my father had just died.

Looking at Xie Wang, who stood before me, “overcome with grief,” I personally handed him a bowl of poison:

“Uncle, my condolences.”

Later, the aloof, ascetic Sword Sovereign stood outside my room, eyes red:

“Qingyao, give me your eyes... Give them back to me.”

I smiled, pointing my sword at his heart:

“Xie Wang, are you blind? I don't know you.”

(This is a one-on-one romance, both leads are each other's first and only, with a happy ending. She suffers early on, he suffers later, and the groveling arc is coming!)

My master, Xie Wang, was blind and eccentric, but he treated only me, Lin Qingyao, with kindness.

With his dying breath, my father entrusted me to him, saying, “Take good care of her.” And so he watched over me for twenty years.

I believed he would be my “eyes,” and he became my “sword.”

Until the day of my wedding, when he personally sent me into the abyss. Only then did I hear my supposedly blind master,