He opens his eyes, but all he sees is pitch black, he can't see anything.
This is the third time this symptom has appeared in the last few days… and each time, the duration of blindness increases.
Han Jingnian notes the time in his heart, roughly five minutes later, his vision begins to return, through the mirror in front of him, he sees his blurry figure, and as time passes, his vision gets clearer until it's back to normal. Only then does he step up and enter the bathroom.
…
Xia Wan'an wakes up at three in the afternoon.
Han Jingnian didn't go to work and is sitting on the sofa in front of the master bedroom balcony, clutching a laptop, occasionally typing on the keyboard. A fluffy little cat, nestled on his shoulder, is lazily sleeping.
Seeing this scene as soon as she opens her eyes, Xia Wan'an can't help but be a little dazed. As she is brought back from the scattered sound of Jingnian's typing, a smile has already formed on her lips.
