Another half-month passed.
That day, Yuan Jing felt only a wave of coolness in his eyes after the medicated drops were administered, he no longer felt the itching, dryness, and stinging pain .
He walked through his room, stepped outside, and only then slowly, cautiously opened his eyes. The blurred scenery before him gradually sharpened. The world that had always been pitch black now burst into vibrant colours.
His heart trembled as his gaze swept forward. He saw the greenery in the courtyard, the crimson blossoms in the corner, the verdant trees—that lush green was so beautiful. He even saw the leaves swaying as the breeze gently caressed them, occasionally a few drifting down, floating and swaying, landing softly in the courtyard...
"I... I can see..."
he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. His eyes welled up involuntarily, a faint mist gathering in their corners.
