The man's eyes had gone blind, but their affection for each other seemed even stronger than before.
Because the weather was so cold, their visit to Yimeng Mountain had been continually delayed.
With their thoughts fixed there, they could only wait for spring's warmth and blooming flowers.
Life is like that, after mourning, everything continues as it should. Days still pass, whether faced with towering mountains and flowing rivers or the growth of grass and the singing of orioles; it's all part of living. Even if Zhou Yi had given up hope for his eye treatment, Lian Qiao hadn't.
She believed, he definitely would recover, he certainly would.
Just as Uncle Xing had promised, his blindness didn't impact their life together at all.
"Husband, hug me..."
She had become even more coquettish than before, smiling and asking for his embrace, relying on him just as she used to, nestling in his arms. His shoulders were just as strong, his embrace just as warm, his arms just as powerful.