Shen Ci thought his life was going nowhere.
He ran an auto repair shop, fixed cars, and drank away his troubles. His days were as dull as rusted iron.
Then, on a rainy day, he found Wen Wan at his doorstep.
She was an ordinary person, with no influential family or extraordinary talent. She’d simply had bad luck and lost her sight.
She asked him timidly, “Boss, can I shelter from the rain here for a while?”
Later, he took her home.
She couldn’t see the menus, so he took her from one restaurant to another to try their food. She was afraid of the dark, so he replaced every light in the house with a motion-sensor light.
Wen Wan said, “Shen Ci, even though I can’t see, I know you’re the most handsome person in the world.”
With red-rimmed eyes, Shen Ci pulled her into his arms. “Don’t talk nonsense. I’m average-looking.”
This is a story about a rugged man carefully tending a little flower he found by the roadside, keeping her safe in his arms.
She is his eyes, and he is her legs.
