Castle Cook: I'll Expose the Blind Gentleman's Trap

When Su Wan opened her eyes, her coarse cloth skirt was stained with dust, and her status as a low-level maid was shattered. In this world, her name was "Irina". The owner of the manor is a melancholic nobleman that everyone laments: his golden hair hangs down in front of his pale forehead, his thin lips are always pursed into a cold line under the high bridge of his nose, his eyelashes are drooping like a layer of fine snow, and his whole person is as beautiful as a medieval statue, with a broken sense of alienation. An "accident" made him blind three years ago. Since then, he has lived in seclusion, and his family title is on the verge of collapse. In order to survive, Su Wan clung to her only source of confidence—good cooking skills. The warm soup pried away his anorexia, and the soft snack made him allow her to stay a little longer for the first time. She used her tenacity to overcome the secrecy among the maids, and she also used the smoke from the stove to quietly melt the ice in his eyes. But An An didn't last long before flaws appeared: he could always avoid the dark steps in the corridor accurately, and when he touched the Braille with his fingertips, his eyes occasionally flashed with clarity. Su Wan was suspicious, but she subconsciously helped him conceal an arson case. She knew he was in danger, but she didn't expect that her trust would be torn to pieces by a secret letter. The cries coming from the castle late at night, the black shadow disappearing around the corner, the locked sandalwood drawers in the study, and the Gothic horror creeps in step by step. She secretly investigates why he harmed her. Is the man who used ancient poems to coax her to ease her homesickness really the one who pushed her into the abyss? When the candlelight illuminated the secret passage of the castle, his sharp eyes penetrated the investigation notes in her sleeve. This entanglement that began with survival ended with a death question hanging in the luxurious and dangerous whirlpool of the palace: Should I hold on to the fragments of "truth" for revenge, or should I risk my trust and uncover the darker chess game behind "blindness" and "framing"?