"Once the company's matters are sorted, I'll take you around the world and find a way to heal your eyes." Ye Cheng spoke with a sad and deep expression as he slowly reached out his hand, wanting to touch Zimei's eyes.
Yet his hand froze in front of her line of sight.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zimei raised her face towards the direction of his voice, a smile always on her lips.
She had never been a woman who liked crying or being sentimental, even if she couldn't see.
But the more brightly Zimei smiled, the sadder Ye Cheng felt.
His heart felt as if it was being pierced by countless needles, and he reached out to pull Zimei into his arms, "Until you can see, I'll be your eyes."
His voice was almost choked up.
"A Cheng, are you crying?"
Zimei, a bit anxious, reached forward trying to touch his face. Her fair and slender fingers moved along his handsome features, feeling the wetness at her fingertips, which made her more worried: "A Cheng, A Cheng..."
