On this clear day, Fengguang was discharged from the hospital. Her eyes were still the same, unable to see, but the one thing that comforted Wang Ci was that Fengguang’s face had no scars. She had already arranged for the best plastic surgeons both domestically and internationally, all in hopes that her daughter’s beautiful face wouldn’t be marred by any scars.
At the same time, she and Xia Chao had consulted the best ophthalmologists. The unanimous response from them was that only conservative treatment could be done. They would have to wait for the internal bruising in Fengguang’s head to dissipate, and only then could her vision possibly return. But not a single doctor could say when that day would come.
So… they could only wait.
In the courtyard of the Xia family’s mansion, Fengguang held Ji Mian’s hand, walking slowly through the place she had lived her whole life. She amused herself with the thought that, now that she couldn’t see, it felt strangely different from when she first stepped onto this land as a child.
“Brother, you’re with me every day. Don’t you need to go to school?” she asked.
Ji Mian smiled down at her, “I’m about to graduate. It doesn’t matter if I go to school or not.”
“Oh…” She had thought that, based on his habit of not coming home from school, his studies must have been busy. “Brother’s about to graduate, so after that, will you become a doctor at a hospital?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“Why? Didn’t you always want to be a doctor?”
“Sometimes, people’s ideas change over time.” Ji Mian bent slightly, carefully controlling his breath. She didn’t know how close they were, close enough that if he lowered his head just a little more, he could kiss her cherry-colored lips.
Fengguang said, “People’s ideas change with time… But I still really like you, brother. Hmm… I just like you more than I did before.”
Ji Mian looked at her unfocused eyes. In her brown eyes, he saw the blue sky and his reflection. He and the sky existed before her, but she couldn’t see any of it.
“Brother, why aren’t you speaking?”
Ji Mian lowered his eyelids. “Fengguang, why do you like me?”
“Because you’re my brother.”
“Fengguang…” he gently asked, “If that day, the brother you chose from the orphanage had been someone else, would you like him this much too?”
She honestly shook her head. “I don’t know. Why do you ask that, brother? I’ve never regretted choosing you and Xiao You to be my family.”
He suppressed the urge to grab her. “What kind of liking is it that you feel for me, Fengguang?”
“Is there more than one kind of liking?”
“Of course.” Ji Mian began his subtle persuasion. “In this world, there’s friendship, like between you and Xiao You. There’s family love, like how you love your parents. And then, there’s romantic love.”
“Romantic love?”
“I forgot, you’re still so young, Fengguang, you must not have experienced romantic love yet.” Ji Mian leaned in a little closer, his breath brushing her ear as he whispered, “Romantic love is when you see someone, and your ears turn red, your face heats up…”
His hot breath fell on her ear and then on her delicate neck. Her ears flushed, and her face began to burn.
“When that person touches you, Fengguang, you’ll feel your heart race, your mind going blank, not knowing what to think.” One of his hands held hers, while the other gently cupped her face, his fingers softly tracing her skin.