Suddenly suspended in mid-air, Lin Qingyan was abruptly lifted up in a horizontal embrace. He cried out in surprise and instinctively raised his hands to wrap around the man's neck.

When you can't see, your sense of smell becomes more sensitive. A faint, cool, woody cedar scent lingers on the tip of your nose, giving you a strange sense of peace and a somewhat familiar smell.

Lin Qingyan remembered that the man who helped him at the mall that day also smelled the same. Unfortunately, he had fainted before he could see the man's face clearly, and now that he was blind, he could see even less.

The person in his arms was very light, like a frightened kitten. His clear, watery eyes, though lacking in spirit, were particularly vulnerable. The man was silent for two seconds, then lowered his head and whispered in the young man's ear, not caring whether he could hear him or not, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

Her soft, deep voice sounded like the sweet whispers of lovers.

Lin Qingyan vaguely heard it.

He didn't know what the man looked like, his name, or why he had found this place, but for no reason, he believed that the man was not a bad person and felt at ease from the bottom of his heart. Perhaps it was because this man was the only one who helped him without any ulterior motives.

Besides, he has nothing left now, so he has nothing to be afraid of.

Next, the man lifted the young man onto the sofa, carefully cleaned the burns on the back of his hand from the first-aid kit, cleaned up the mess on the floor, and then went into the kitchen to cook a new bowl of noodles, feeding him bite by bite.

The noodles tasted ordinary, but as Lin Qingyan ate them, glistening tears rolled down her cheeks. Her carefully feigned strength crumbled completely at that moment because of the kindness of a stranger.

He was just a normal person with flesh and blood who could feel sadness and pain. He also wanted to be cared for, looked after, and loved. But in his twenty-four years of life, apart from a little bit of weak family affection and fake love, all he had felt was the unfriendliness of this world.

He also wanted to be someone who was openly favored and had nothing to fear.

A moment later, Lin Qingyan fell into a strong and warm embrace. The man gently stroked his thin shoulders and back, then took out a candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

The familiar taste spread across his tongue, sweet and sour, it was preserved plum candy, with a salty and sour dried plum wrapped in the crystal-clear candy flesh, which was his favorite candy when he was a child.

Lin Qingyan laughed and cried at the same time, sobbing uncontrollably as she leaned against the man's chest.

As the days went by, Lin Qingyan's health deteriorated. He had missed the best time for treatment, and now even if Hua Tuo were alive again, he couldn't be saved.

The only consolation is that he wasn't alone during the last period of his life.

The man stayed there and took good care of him, treating him very well.

He was even reluctant to leave this world. If he had listened to the doctor and undergone surgery from the very beginning, would the outcome have been different...?

But that day still came.

It wasn't illness that took his life, but a sudden car accident.

The man wasn't there that day, and Lin Qingyan groped his way out alone in the dark. He couldn't see or hear, so when the truck came, he couldn't dodge it.

The young man's emaciated body, reduced to skin and bones, was struck with tremendous force and finally crashed heavily onto the concrete floor, bright red liquid flowing from his frail body.

Unbeknownst to him, the man who had just returned witnessed this scene.

On his deathbed, Lin Qingyan stroked the man's face again and again, her fingertips tracing his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth... carefully sketching the man's appearance in her mind, as if she wanted to engrave this person into her bones.

Until scalding tears fell on his hands, one drop after another, unstoppable.

"Don't cry..." Lin Qingyan forced a smile, her weak voice carrying a relieved laugh, almost inaudible, "You must have been a very handsome person... It's a pity I won't have the chance to see it..."

"Thank you... goodbye."

If there is a next life, he hopes he won't be foolish again, won't fall in love with Wen Yan, won't believe An Nanyi's hypocritical face, won't be so weak and incompetent, and won't let others bully him again...

Also, I hope to meet this man again.

I know what he looks like, what his name is...