"You have to believe that your eyes will definitely be healed," Tang Yue said with absolute certainty.
"What if they can't be healed?"
Tang Jun's weak voice resonated in the room.
The room fell into silence.
"Impossible," Tang Yue retorted. She held Tang Jun's hand and said, "Xiao Jun, you can't think like this."
"Sis, the doctor also said it's all about luck. But what is luck? It's like hoping to win US$ 500 in the lottery. Think about it, that one-in-a-million chance might mean never recovering in this lifetime." Although Tang Jun was optimistic enough, he couldn't be blinded by his optimism and ruin Yuan Yu's life.
How could he, someone who couldn't see, be worthy of someone as wonderful as Yuan Yu?
Tang Yue had a thousand things to say, but seeing Tang Jun like this, she couldn't utter a word.
Si Yu's hand rested on Tang Yue's shoulder, and the strength from his hand seemed to give her immense power.
