"Xinxin, don't force yourself, I've already gotten used to it..." Gu Qingheng, seeing that Yang Ruxin had been silent for a long time, hurriedly opened his mouth, "You..."
"Gu Qingheng, when I treat your eyes, it will hurt a bit, please bear with it." Yang Ruxin pulled out her hand and pressed her finger on the other party's temple, interrupting him, "No one wants to get used to the darkness, such beautiful eyes shouldn't be devoid of spirit."
A warmth surged in Gu Qingheng's heart instantly. To tell the truth, before his accident he had received many praises, but after the accident, he had faced just as many cold glares and mockeries. Nicknames like 'blind man' and 'cripple' had never left him, and those were called out with malice. Only when he met Xinxin did he feel full of goodwill, and even felt admired and adored by someone. How important was that for someone who had given up on life?