For a moment, the air filled with Lin Ting’s silence as he stopped talking.
In his hand, he tightly clutched a napkin, its once smooth surface now wrinkled from his tight grip.
He lowered his eyelashes, his eyes darkened as he thought deeply.
The air carried the delightful scent of chocolate cake, which happened to be his favorite dessert.
Yet, his heart thudded in his chest, beating rhythmically. Shen Chuhan’s words felt like pebbles dropped into water, creating ripples that spread out.
Lin Ting didn’t intend to keep his blindness a secret from Shen Chuhan, it’s just that he hadn’t found the right time to tell him yet.
Seeing that Lin Ting didn’t speak, Shen Chuhan didn’t urge him. He looked at Lin Ting’s slightly red nose and wondered if he had spoken too bluntly.
“Mr. Lin,” Shen Chuhan spoke softly, his words blending into the warm air like a gentle breeze, “I didn’t mean to…”
“Yes,” Lin Ting whispered, his lips moving slightly. He raised his eyes and glanced at the overlapping light and shadow in front of him, the picture appearing blurry and undefined just like a painting lacking clear definition.
Shen Chuhan’s mouth was halfway open, he was caught off guard. His face showed a big surprise, with his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide open.
The quick exchange of syllables faded into silence, leaving a palpable tension in the air.
Neither of them felt the need to break the quiet, understanding each other’s thoughts without words. The once easygoing atmosphere gradually gave way to a sense of unease and stiffness as the silence lingered between them.
Lin Ting’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down twice as he nervously swallowed, a sign of his anxiety.
He blinked a few times, attempting to dispel the slightly uncomfortable atmosphere in the room. With a hesitant tone, he stammered, “Uh, I… I never intended to deceive you,” his sincerity evident despite his nervousness.
As he spoke in a soft voice, his delicate fingers continued to tear the fragile paper, a habit he usually did when feeling anxious.
“Because, um, in the few blind dates I had before, when the other person found out I was blind, they just left right away.” His delicate eyebrows knitted together, and his mouth drooped into a sad, pitiful expression. “I’m scared… I’m scared that you…”
would be the same as others.
Lin Ting clutched the fabric on his thighs tightly, his lips trembling slightly. But he couldn’t bring himself to finish what he wanted to say.
Being blind was something he never imagined would happen to him. It took him a long time to come to terms with it himself, so how could he expect others to accept it all at once?
Therefore, he found it difficult to understand how he could expect others to immediately accept him for who he was, especially when it came to something as significant as his blindness.
Lin Ting bowed his head, his tousled hair shaking as he trembled. Tears started to well in his eyes, their warmth spreading instinctively.
Since he couldn’t see Shen Chuhan’s face, Lin Ting focused on his other senses, trying to steady himself by concentrating on the sound coming from Shen Chuhan’s side.
He heard what sounded like the other person getting up.
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“Mr. Lin, please don’t be scared,” Shen Chuhan said gently, his voice filled with warmth. “I’m not as amazing as you might believe.”
As he spoke, Shen Chuhan’s facial muscles tensed slightly around the burned area. He lowered his gaze and focused on the top of the young man’s head. “But Mr. Lin, you’re a painter,” he continued, his voice softening. “I believe you are the one who is amazing.”
Shen Chuhan’s voice, soft and gentle, washed over Lin Ting like a soothing balm, gradually calming the erratic beats of his heart.
Shen Chuhan… believes… he’s amazing.
Lin Ting’s eyes widened in surprise. At that moment, he appeared just like ordinary people.
“Really?” Lin Ting lifted his head, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he tried to locate Shen Chuhan’s figure.
“Hmm” Shen Chuhan made a quiet sound of agreement. He glanced at the young man’s expressionless eyes and involuntarily furrowed his brow slightly.
Lin Ting sat up straight and reached for the coffee cup beside him. With his red lips, he took a sip, feeling the bitter taste of the brown liquid as it traveled down his throat and settled in his stomach.
“Thank you,” Lin Ting expressed with gratitude, his lips curving into a smile that he couldn’t contain. “You’re the first person to praise me like this, Mr. Shen,” he admitted, feeling genuinely touched by the compliment.
Shen Chuhan was a little puzzled. “Why do you think that?” he asked.
Lin Ting scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Um, my paintings are published anonymously,” he explained. “So… not many people know that the artist behind them is actually blind.”
Lin Ting’s smile carried a blend of emotions—there was a sense of helplessness and bitterness woven into its expression.
“My blindness was caused by an accident,” Lin Ting recounted. “Eleven years ago, our whole class went to the countryside for sketching training. Unfortunately, the driver, who was tired, didn’t notice a stone rolling down the mountain.”
Lin Ting’s eyelids dropped slightly, and his thick, long eyelashes cast a beautiful shadow beneath them, accentuating the natural curve of his eyes.
“Our car flipped over, and there were a lot of injuries,” Lin Ting recounted with a soft voice and steady, as if he was narrating someone’s else story. “I was one of the fortunate ones who made it out alive. However, during the accident, gravel scratched my eye, causing damage to the cornea. When I woke up afterward, everything was dark. I couldn’t see anything.”
Shen Chuhan listened quietly, realizing how important eyesight was for someone who loved painting.
“Eleven years ago?” Shen Chuhan repeated softly, his mind wandering back in time. “What day was it, exactly eleven years ago?” He asked.
“September 25th,” Lin Ting replied without hesitation, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity as he recalled the exact date from eleven years ago.
He would never forget that day, no matter how much time passed.
He clearly remembered how helpless he was as he watched the massive boulder crash into their car. A classmate sitting in the front row was killed instantly. The sounds of cries for help mixed with the piercing honking of the horn. At that moment, Lin Ting thought it was the end of the world.
Shen Chuhan, sitting in front of him, remained silent, but Lin Ting could sense that the other person’s hands were trembling slightly.
“Mr. Shen?” Lin Ting’s voice was gentle as he spoke, a hint of remorse in his tone. “I’m sorry,” he continued, his words filled with regret. “I shouldn’t have mentioned something so like that.”
Shen Chuhan rubbed his (LT) head, feeling a bit flustered and unsure of what to say. He held back the words on the tip of his tongue and instead, politely requested, “I’m sorry, could you please excuse me for a moment? I need to step outside for some fresh air.”
Shen Chuhan knew it wasn’t the right time to bring it up, but his emotions were overwhelming. Lin blinked in confusion but didn’t press for more information. He simply nodded, understanding Shen Chuhan’s need for a moment of privacy.
Shen Chuhan withdrew his hand, feeling the softness of the young man’s hair brushing against his palm, which caused a slight itchiness. Despite the temptation to run his fingers through it again, he refrained. Taking a deep breath, he turned on his heel and briskly made his way out of the coffee shop. As he reached the door, he pulled it open and stepped outside, allowing the cool breeze to wash over him.
The small bells hanging on the door made a tinkling sound once more, disrupting the calmness inside the cafe. Shen Chuhan halted near the entrance, the cold wind sweeping past his ears as he stood there.
He hadn’t worn a coat, so his body temperature, which had finally warmed up, dropped sharply. The wind tousled his hair, but he paid no attention to it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette he had stashed away earlier.
With a soft “pop” sound, Shen Chuhan managed to light the cigarette in his hand. As the wind picked up, tiny sparks danced in the air, and the curls of white smoke from his cigarette were whisked away by the breeze, disappearing into the sky.
Shen Chuhan’s gaze remained fixed on the cigarette, observing as it burned down little by little. Gray ashes fell to the ground with each passing moment, while the subtle flicker of the flame reflected in his deep, dark eyes, adding a glint to their intensity.
Eleven years ago, on September 25th, his stepfather lost control of his emotions. A fire engulfed their home, taking away his mother, leaving him with facial scars, and destroying everything they owned.
On that very same day, Lin Ting was involved in an accident that resulted in the loss of his eyes. Leaving him blind.
Shen Chuhan couldn’t decide if it was just bad luck or a mere coincidence.
Feeling overwhelmed by an unexplainable emotion, he started to panic. Unable to control himself, he turned around and glanced at the young man sitting in the cafe through a piece of glass.
The other person looked a bit nervous, and Shen Chuhan felt like he should return quickly.
But he felt like his feet were glued to the ground, unable to move. He didn’t have the courage to move.
The phone he held in his hand suddenly vibrated multiple times, catching Shen Chuhan’s attention. He raised his hand and lowered his head to look at the brightly lit screen. There, he saw several new messages that had just been sent to him.
[Brother, have you seen that person? How’s it going?]
[Listen, brother, don’t reveal your marks during the date. I promise the person I’ve found for you this time won’t run away!]
[Why aren’t you replying to me?]
The screen suddenly turned black, reflecting Shen Chuhan’s face. He couldn’t help but stare at the ugly scars on his skin. The rough, rugged marks seemed to cover every inch of his face, and as he looked at them, Shen Chuhan felt an inexplicable feeling of disgust wash over him.
Shen Chuhan couldn’t help but wonder: Lin Ting couldn’t see. If he knew that he (SC) looked like this, would he feel deceived?
The icy wind felt like a blunt knife on his face. Suddenly, a mom and her kid walked past Shen Chuhan. The little boy, all bundled up like a chubby rice ball, glanced at Shen Chuhan’s face and blurted out, “Mom! That uncle’s face is so scary!”
A childish voice lingered in the air as the little boy’s mother quickly covered his mouth. She quickly apologized to Shen Chuhan and pulled the little boy away swiftly.
Shen Chuhan watched the last sparks disappear before turning around, opening the glass door, and returning to the coffee shop.
Shen Chuhan watched the last sparks disappear before turning around, he opened the glass door and returned to the coffee shop.
On the other side, Lin Ting had been keeping a close eye on whether Shen Chuhan had returned, fearing that the other party would find an excuse just to leave. His heart was pounding so loudly, that he couldn’t relax until he heard the sound of familiar footsteps approaching.
Only then did he feel a sense of relief, knowing that Shen Chuhan hadn’t disappeared and was indeed coming back.
“I’m sorry,” said the man, his voice chilly and a faint smell of smoke lingering around him. “I made Mr. Lin wait for a long time.”
Lin Ting shook his head quickly and said that he didn’t mind: “It didn’t matter, it was just Mr. Shen’s coffee. It had gotten cold. Did you want to order another drink?”
Shen Chuhan didn’t speak. He just stood in front of Lin Ting silently, then bent down and gently took Lin Ting’s wrist.
As Shen Chuhan gently held Lin Ting’s wrist, a warmth spread from his touch, surprising Lin Ting. He lifted his head, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. H addressed Shen Chuhan with uncertainty in his voice, seeking clarification. “Mr. Shen?”
“I have something to tell you,” Shen Chuhan said, his words coming out faster than usual. Then, he gently held Lin Ting’s hand and touched his own cheek with it.
The gentle touch of Shen Chuhan’s palm against his made Lin Ting’s cheeks flush with warmth. Being deeply engaged in painting, Lin Ting was incredibly sensitive to the touch of different objects. Thus, when Shen Chuhan held his hand and pressed it against his own cheek, Lin Ting instantly understood the other person’s intention.
Lin Ting’s mind raced with confusion and concern. How could this be happening? They had only known each other for less than two hours! Why was Shen Chuhan already initiating such intimate gestures? It felt too soon, too sudden. These thoughts echoed in Lin Ting’s mind, leaving him feeling overwhelmed and uncertain about how to proceed.
Lin Ting’s heart was pounding like a frightened deer. Which caused his head to spin with dizziness. He struggled to find his words as he stammered, “Shen, Mr. Shen, you… you…”
“Shh,” Shen Chuhan hushed gently, his eyes casting a soft gaze. Delicately, he picked up one of Lin Ting’s fingers, guiding it to his own burn. “Feel it well,” he encouraged.
The man’s voice sounded deep and smooth, like a musical instrument. Lin Ting felt nervous and swallowed hard. He followed Shen Chuhan’s advice, slowly rubbing the skin, making sure to cover every bit carefully, step by step.
He could clearly feel that this piece of skin was different. It felt very rough and a little bumpy, which were traces left after the scars had healed and scabbed.
“This is…” Lin Ting’s voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke softly, “Is it your birthmark?” he asked.
“Something similar,” Shen Chuhan confirmed.
“Then I don’t have to worry about not being able to find you in the future,” Lin Ting said with a sense of reassurance in his voice.
As he smiled, his eyebrows arched, Shen Chuhan looked at Lin Ting and felt a warmth spread through his heart, softening his demeanor.
“It’s a burn,” Shen Chuhan admitted with a solemn shake of his head. “Mr. Lin, I’m not a perfect person either,” he confessed, his tone carrying a sense of vulnerability and honesty.
“So,” Shen Chuhan said softly as he held Lin Ting’s finger gently.
“Would you like to marry me?”
my faith in love is restoring again cuz of them
Ok, I’m hooked.
me too! Thanks for the translation 🙂
I want to cry, but also feel soooo warm right now thanks to them! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o I’m wishing them the best! >w<
Thank You for the new chapter (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)
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No because what the hell💀 my birthday is on September 25th
What a coincidence 🙃
well that’s scary
Too sudden, too fast, brooo…
Marriage life let’s goooo! And what are the odds of them experiencing such terrible accidents on the same date and year 😭 it’s fate y’all
The synopsis says that Lin Ting’s actual blind date didn’t come.. But he clearly said the name ‘Shen Chuhan’.. So is ML the real date or not ??? Confused..
No, he was not. Maybe they had the same name. There is some confusion in this. But what I think Lin Ting’s sister’s reaction was a hint when she saw Shen Chuhan I think so.
Or perhaps he replaced his friend or something and borrowed his name.. Thanks for the reply.. 😊
We will know more in coming chapters.
THEY ARE SO SAD AND CUTE AT THE SAME TIME AAAAAAA
Thank you for your translation 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
😭🥹💕
Y así, sin más, zas, matrimonio
the way this is written is so beautiful, thank you for the translation! i really like with how each moments are written and it’s every little detail fr this is so chef’s kiss i’m hooked.