The Beautiful Blind Man

(This book is imperfect. I wrote it when I was in an extremely bad state of mind. I was going through a bottleneck, and the story is chaotic. If that bothers you, please don't read it or flame me. I'm emotionally fragile.)

A PTSD-ridden, avoidant, dazed and clumsy Beta good-for-nothing at love

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A captivating, calculating, sickly, controlling, beautiful yet tragic Alpha

The alstroemeria's flowering season ended that day, and they met.

"Jin Xuwen."

"Jin, as in the color indigo."

"Xu, as in the hour of the dog."

The Alpha wrote the final character of his name on the back of the Beta's hand, just as he had that night years ago, when he said, "Remember, okay?"

Jin Xuwen always thought Qiu Xiaocheng was a timid flower, terribly difficult to nurture.

All his motivation and resilience came from other people.

He stayed in place, unwilling to chase after anything or hope for anything.

It was an established fact that he never loved himself.

So Jin Xuwen patiently stayed at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, watering him with love.

Love goes by many names in this world. Does love that includes pity count as one of them?

So even if it was in the form of pity: "Please stay by my side, too."

Unconventional campus romance x rekindled love x secret crush x double secret identities x one character later loses his sight, but things get better x both have some psychological issues x a touch of Mary Sue

An unconventional ABO setting with some personal worldbuilding

The world is close to our own

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[Couldn't think of much for the blurb, so please bear with it.]

Theme: Loving someone is like tending a flower