On Adoption Day at the orphanage, all the children were picked except me. I huddled in the corner, blind and unwanted. The Director tried to recommend me to a wealthy couple. "This child is wonderful, apart from her sight. She's obedient and smart." The wealthy couple refused. "Forget it. We don't want a disabled child." The Director patted my head. "It's okay, Nana. Grandma will take care of you forever." I clutched the hem of her shirt, biting my lip to keep quiet. Just then, a hard candy was pressed into my palm. And I heard a boy speak, stuttering over his words. "H-here. C-candy. For y-you." Suddenly, floating text appeared in my mind's eye, like comments on a livestream. [OMG! Did I see that right? The Male Lead spoke!] [He hasn't spoken a word since the accident when he was five! He's speaking because of the Female Lead!] Then, someone grabbed my hand tightly. "I... I want h-her. To be m-my sister." 1 Last night, Grandma Director patted each of our heads. "New moms and dads are coming to see everyone tomorrow." I lay in my small bed, my heart pounding like a drum. A new home. Would someone love me? Hug me? Would I have a window of my own? In the darkness, I secretly smiled. As soon as Grandma's footsteps faded down the hall, the chubby kid in the next bed rolled over. "Hey, Blind Girl, what are you smiling about? No one's gonna want you! They're coming to pick kids, who wants a blind one? Loser!" I bit the soft flesh inside my lip hard. Don't cry. Crying makes it worse. I buried my face deep into my thin pillow, forcing the tears back. The next day. The small auditorium was packed. The smell of strange perfumes, the click of leather shoes, and the suppressed cheers of children being chosen filled the air. I sat on a chair, palms sweating. I listened as name after name was called, followed by happy footsteps running away. The sounds grew quieter. Until the last bit of noise vanished. Only Grandma Director and I were left. Everyone gone? Really... not a single one left? Grandma touched my hair, speaking tentatively to someone nearby, "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling, this child is Nana. She's very sensible, quiet, and learns fast... just... she can't see..." My heart leaped into my throat. I held my breath. Mrs. Sterling spoke. Her voice was beautiful. "Director, it's not that we're prejudiced. Our own child is very sick. We wanted to bring a healthy child home to liven things up, to be a companion. We can't take care of a blind child properly, and we wouldn't want her to suffer..." "It's okay, Nana," Grandma hugged my shoulders tighter, "Our Nana is so good, Grandma will raise you forever! Don't be scared!" I clutched Grandma's shirt, nails digging into my palm. Just then, something hard was suddenly shoved into my hand. Cold. Then, a young voice spoke, stumbling over the words: "H-here... c-candy. For y-you." Before I could react, glowing text appeared in the eternal darkness of my vision: [Holy crap?! The Male Lead spoke?!] [OMG! Julian spoke! First time since he was five!] [In the original story, he was mute for ten years! He spoke for this blind girl?!] Then, a hand grabbed my wrist. The raspy voice spoke again. "I... I... want her." "To be... be my sister." The moment his fingertips touched my skin— A bright light flashed before my eyes. Objects in the darkness began to slowly take on color and shape. 2 The wealthy couple happily completed the adoption paperwork. Before leaving, Grandma whispered to me. "If they treat you badly, come back." "Do you remember the way home?" I held her hand and nodded. Grandma handed me over to the wealthy couple. "This child can't see, it's inconvenient. Please be kind to her." After two hours in the car, we finally stopped. But that cold hand never let go of mine. I followed them into a place as big as a palace. My heart hung in midair, thumping wildly. Would they regret it? Like those people before, thinking I was trouble? I tried to straighten my back, stepping carefully, ears pricked for every tiny sound, terrified of knocking something over and being annoying. Be good. Must be good. "Don't be scared, Nana." Mrs. Sterling's voice came from above, "You're home now. We chose you, so we will treat you well and love you forever." Heat rushed to my eyes, and I nodded vigorously. The hand holding mine was cold, the knuckles distinct. From the orphanage to here, no matter what his parents said, no matter where we walked, he hadn't loosened his grip one bit. "Look at our Julian," Mr. Sterling said with a smile, "Liking his sister so much? Can't bear to let go?" Even more amazing, as long as he touched me, I could see. But I didn't dare say it. If I did, they'd think I was a monster. 3 We sat at a huge table for dinner. My right hand was firmly pressed under the table by Julian, palm to palm. He used his left hand to awkwardly hold a spoon, eating silently. "Nana, try this shrimp." Mrs. Sterling gently placed food in my bowl. "And these ribs, very tender." Mr. Sterling's voice came from the other side. The food piled up in my bowl. I was hungry and grateful, but I could only use my free left hand to fumble for the spoon, eating in small bites. Halfway through, I got thirsty. The water glass wasn't far to my left, but I couldn't reach it. I licked my lips, hesitating to ask for help. Suddenly, the chair next to me moved. Julian pulled away briefly. The next second, a cold glass rim, smelling of tart orange juice, gently touched my lips. "Drink. Water." The raw, raspy voice sounded low in my ear. I opened my mouth instinctively, and cool orange juice flowed in carefully. He was clumsy, and a few drops ran down my chin. The moment his fingertip accidentally brushed my chin— The text floated into view again. [!!! Julian is feeding her???] [Impossible! In the original story, he only changes for his first love when he grows up! He's just a kid!] [Who is this blind NPC? Plot collapse warning!] [Male Lead is acting OOC! He's supposed to be cold as ice!] [Help! Where is my cold, autistic boy?!] I sat there dumbly, holding the glass rim in my mouth, forgetting to swallow. 4 Mrs. Sterling's laughter broke the silence. "Julian, you'll scare your sister. Let go a little, let Nana drink by herself." Julian didn't move. But he seemed to understand a little, loosening his grip on my hand slightly. Then, he pulled a tissue and clumsily wiped the juice off my chin. "Oh my, our Julian is really..." Mrs. Sterling smiled, "So good today. Knowing how to take care of his sister." Mr. Sterling added with a smile: "Yes, your sister is young and can't see. You're the big brother, you must protect her, okay?" The nanny, Mrs. Zhang, who had been silent, suddenly chimed in: "Oh, if I knew the Young Master liked playing with girls his age, I would have brought my granddaughter over! She's so lively!" Mrs. Sterling seemed in a good mood and replied casually: "We thought he didn't like contact with people, but... he likes playing with pretty little girls? Sure, bring her over during summer break." That night, Mrs. Sterling bathed me herself. She was gentle, very tender. Just like the mother I imagined. Changed into soft new pajamas, I was sent back to the door of the room prepared for me. Time to separate. Mrs. Sterling wanted to take Julian back to his own room. But his hand clamped onto my wrist like iron, unmoving. "Julian, let go. Sister needs to sleep." Julian resisted silently. Mr. Sterling stepped forward, trying to pry his fingers open. I heard a slight friction sound; Julian's wrist must be red. He still wouldn't let go. I felt his breathing quicken. Then, something warm and wet dropped onto the back of my hand. He was crying. "Julian, be good," Mrs. Sterling sounded panicked too, "Sister can't see, sleeping together is inconvenient, what if..." "Uncle, Auntie." Relying on feeling, I reached out with my free hand toward Julian, fumbling until I wrapped my arm around his waist. "I... I want to sleep with big brother." Mrs. Sterling sighed. "Sigh... these kids... alright, alright. Mrs. Zhang, go get Julian's pillow and blanket." The text scrolled again: [OMG! In the original, Julian only actively approached his wife in his whole life! This blind NPC took the spot?!] [??? Plot completely broken! Where's my high-mountain flower?] [Wait... why do I think... it's kinda cute? Two little ones warming each other?] [+1! So healing! Angel blind girl x Autistic young master! Ship it!] The parents' footsteps faded. Mrs. Zhang brought the bedding, set it up, and left. Door closed.
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