September, the autumnal air grows thicker.
Yu Changkong, who had lived for over twenty years, was probably never as nervous as today, because this was the day he truly regained his sight, as well as the final day of treatment mentioned by Qin Liuxi.
When the cotton cloth covering his eyes was removed, and his eyes merged with the special eye solution prepared by Qin Liuxi, he felt a cool and refreshing sensation around his eyes, Yu Changkong dare not open his eyes for a moment.
"Sir?" Sifang spoke cautiously.
Yu Changkong's eyelids trembled, slowly opened, then closed, reopening and repeating the process several times until his eyelashes fluttered open completely.
What appeared before him was a face grinning with self-satisfaction, with thin cheeks and pale skin, not the gentle femininity expected of a girl, but a bit cold and harsh, like himself.
It was strange, why did it feel like himself?
Yet somehow he felt, this face, with her personality, was truly a perfect match.
