Chapter 4

Back home.

I opened the door; the house was dark.

“Jiang Mo?”

I called his name.

No response.

But the next second.

“Ah–”

I fell into a firm embrace, the steady scent of wood mixed with faint traces of tobacco sweeping over my senses.

Jiang Mo covered my mouth, cutting off the latter half of my startled moan.

“It’s midnight, Qi.”

“…Traffic jam.”

He released me.

But grabbed my hand as I reached to turn on the light.

I trembled, “What’s wrong?”

He said, “No need for lights. It’s all the same to me, but Qi, I think you should experience what my world is like.”

Different.

Instinct told me that tonight, Jiang Mo was noticeably different from usual.

“…What’s wrong with you?”

Jiang Mo remained silent.

He simply grasped my chin, forcing me to look up.

When one stays in the dark long enough, the eyes can outline the general shape of things.

So when I “met” his gaze, a chill ran down my spine.

I felt he was “staring” at me with a… very strange look.

No, he can’t see.

Years of treatment, never any improvement.

“Jiang Mo…”

His other hand didn’t stop.

The motion of prying open my mouth, skillfully and naturally controlling me.

“Alright, Qi, now you can’t see either,” Jiang Mo’s voice was calm, almost eerie at this moment, “You can only see me, feel me. So, tell me, what am I like? What is it like there?”

About two seconds of stalemate.

I regained my composure, avoiding the topic.

I asked back, “Did you go out?”

He was taken aback.

“You’re wearing the leather jacket I bought you, went out alone. You can’t see, where did you want to go? Why didn’t you call me, weren’t you afraid I’d worry?”

When he pulled me into his embrace, the studs on the leather jacket pricked me.

Just like his sharp demeanor at this moment.

But this sentence seemed to break him, Jiang Mo’s hand and voice began to tremble together:

“Qi, I’m sorry…”

“I didn’t mean to, I just, I just felt a bit…”

I sighed, interrupting him, “Jiang Mo, we agreed when we got married. You can’t see, you need to be obedient.”

Three years of marriage, he has always been obedient, gentle, and considerate.

Actively cooperating with the doctors for his eye treatment.

Because of my mother’s criticism of his eyes before the wedding, both families even made a pact:

I would take on the responsibility of working and supporting the family.

Jiang Mo would fulfill the role of a “wife” and actively cooperate with treatment.

Everyone forgot that before he lost his sight.

He was once a top surgeon in the country.

But now, his hands always tremble.

And slowly clench, his voice low and soft, hiding emotions: “Alright… Qi, I will be obedient.”

I patted his back, like soothing a disappointed puppy.

Unaware.

In the darkness, his originally vacant eyes.

Suddenly surged with deep jealousy and obsession.