Lin Ting was really surprised.
Shen Chuhan and Lin Ting were standing incredibly close. Lin Ting could feel Shen Chuhan’s breath all around him. Shen Chuhan’s eyelashes fluttered a few times, and then Lin Ting reached out and jumped directly into Shen Chuhan’s arms.
Shen Chuhan’s coat was big enough to hide him, and Lin Ting felt Shen Chuhan’s arms wrap around his waist. He lowered his head and buried his face in Shen Chuhan’s chest. He rubbed the soft fabric of Shen Chuhan’s cloth with the tip of his nose.
Mr. Shen’s heart was beating very fast.
Lin Ting could feel his own heart thumping in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears. Shen Chuhan’s warm breath brushed against his temples, tousling his black hair.
Almost like a coquettish kitten, Lin Ting instinctively rubbed his head twice against Shen Chuhan’s chest. Shen Chuhan’s hand tightened briefly before losing his hold.
As they pulled apart, the warmth in Lin Ting’s body was replaced by the chilly wind, leaving only the lingering warmth from Shen Chuhan’s touch around his waist.
He lifted his head to look at Shen Chuhan, unable to see his expression in the dim light. All he could hear was the man’s slightly rough voice, “So… see you again next time?”
Lin Ting’s fingers nervously played with the hem of his clothes. He lowered his head slightly and obediently murmured, “Hmm.”
Shen Chuhan gazed at him. He could only see the young man’s long eyelashes and straight nose from this angle. It seemed like he was reluctant to say goodbye. The words coming from his mouth were short, but they held a certain warmth.
The light above them flickered on and off as the shadows of two people merged on the gray-black ground. The cold wind outside whistled by. Suddenly, there was a loud “bang” from the security door, causing Lin Ting to jump in fright.
Then, accompanied by a familiar voice saying, “Eh? Lin Lin, did you just come back from outside?”
Lin Ting was startled slightly. Shen Chuhan turned to the side and noticed a middle-aged woman standing nearby. She was bundled up in a puffy down jacket, with snow on her shoulders and head, and a bamboo basket filled with vegetables and fruits slung over her elbow.
“Second aunt? Are you there” Lin Ting said.
Lin Ting blinked, holding the handrail, and was just about to walk down the steps when the second aunt came over in a few steps and patted Lin Ting’s shoulder reassuringly, “It’s okay, it’s okay!
I just went to the hospital. On the way, I brought some groceries, but I didn’t expect that it was snowing heavily halfway… Eh? Who is this…?”
The man standing next to Lin Ting, who was about 1.8 meters tall, was quite conspicuous, catching the attention of the second aunt as she looked over.
“Hello,” Shen Chuhan greeted with a slight smile. “My name is Shen Chuhan.”
He even bowed politely to Lin Ting’s second aunt. The shadow cast in the corridor partially obscured his face. The aunt observed Shen Chuhan closely, her eyes scanning his face intermittently. Then, the next second, she enthusiastically held Shen Chuhan’s hand and asked, “Are you Lin Lin’s friend?”
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“Second aunt!” Lin Ting interrupted, tugging on her sleeve. He whispered, “Please stop talking…”
The second aunt responded a bit late. After a sigh, she smiled kindly and said, “Let’s not talk about it anymore. It’s snowing heavily outside. Mr. Shen, please go upstairs and sit down first.”
The second Aunt was very enthusiastic, and it was hard for Shen Chuhan to refuse. Plus, Lin Ting invited him too, so Shen Chuhan agreed and took the initiative to hold his hand as Lin Ting led him slowly upstairs.
Lin Ting’s family lives on the third floor. Even though it’s not very high, Lin Ting’s eye problems and the dim lighting in the corridor make it difficult for him to go upstairs quickly. Because of this, Lin Ting rarely goes out on weekdays.
Shen Chuhan turned his head and gazed at Lin Ting’s beautiful profile. The young man looked relaxed, his steps quicker, and his eyes wide open. If someone didn’t know him before, they wouldn’t realize he was a blind person.
“I should have gone upstairs to pick you up,” Shen Chuhan said unexpectedly.
Lin Ting tilted his head in confusion and asked, “What do you mean?”
“The lighting here wasn’t good, and you ran so fast this morning,” Shen Chuhan explained, tightening his grip on Lin Ting’s hand as he spoke, “If you had fallen, I would have felt very guilty.”
Lin Ting blinked, then smiled, feeling a warm sensation spreading in his chest.
“No, I’ve been living here for over 20 years, so I know exactly how many steps are on each floor,” Lin Ting replied. “I usually walk slowly, but this morning…”
“I’m just really eager to see you,” Lin Ting confessed shyly. He pulled up his scarf to cover his face, blushing so much that his cheeks turned as red as tomatoes.
The second aunt walked ahead and opened the door, while the two of them followed behind slowly. Lin Ting spoke softly, so only the two of them could hear.
The old door made a creaking sound as it opened, and the windows inside the house were wide open, allowing the chilly wind from outside to enter. The second aunt took a deep breath of the cool air, set down the bamboo basket she was carrying, and quickly walked over to the window to close it.
“Mr. Shen, please have a seat wherever you like!” she said to Shen Chuhan at the door, then quickly put on her apron. She took out two cucumbers from the basket and turned to Lin Ting before heading into the kitchen. “Lin Lin entertain your friend while I cook!”
Lin Ting nodded and then guided Shen Chuhan inside. He half-knelt on the cushion by the door, opened the shoe cabinet, and fetched a new pair of cotton slippers.
“I hope these slippers fit you, Mr. Shen,” Lin Ting said as he placed the slippers in front of Shen Chuhan. While Shen Chuhan changed his shoes, Lin Ting walked over to the water dispenser, filled a cup with hot water, and waited for him. Once Shen Chuhan was ready, Lin Ting handed him the glass of hot water.
Lin Ting’s movements were skillful and smooth. Shen Chuhan took the glass of water and whispered, “Mr. Lin is even more capable than I imagined.”
Lin Ting blinked in confusion at first, but then he realized what Shen Chuhan meant, and a soft smile spread across his face. “Because of my eye problem, the layout of my home hasn’t changed over the years. I’ve become very familiar with where everything is placed,” he explained. As he finished speaking, he pointed to a closed door in the room, adding, “That’s my room, and it’s also where I work.” Then he turned to Shen Chuhan and asked, “Would you like to see it?”
Lin Ting still remembered Shen Chuhan’s earlier interest in seeing his work.
“It’s just… the room is a bit messy…” Lin Ting admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
Shen Chuhan gazed at the black strands of hair on Lin Ting’s head, a softened expression in his eyes. “It’s my honor,” he said sincerely.
Seeing that Shen Chuhan didn’t mind, Lin Ting walked towards his room. He took the key out of his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it a few times until the door opened.
The wooden door creaked open as Lin Ting pushed it from the outside. Shen Chuhan stood at the doorway, taking in the sight of the small room. It was very simple, with a wardrobe, bed, and desk taking up half of the space. While the other half was left for the workspace.
The room happened to face the sun, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows allowed the outside sunlight to shine in. Even though Lin Ting couldn’t see, he liked to sit in the warm sunshine and create his work.
Next to the window, there was an easel with an unfinished painting on it. Shen Chuhan walked over and looked at Lin Ting’s painting closely.
The painting had bold colors mixed together, creating a vibrant image. It seemed like an eye, but upon closer look in the center of the pupil, there was a setting sun and a sailboat. Unlike the bright and bold outer colors, this part gave off a softer and gentler feeling.
Even though it was still unfinished, Shen Chuhan could already see Lin Ting’s style in the painting. He turned to the young man beside him and asked, “Would you consider selling this painting?”
“Huh?” Lin Ting was surprised for a moment, then he shook his head and said, “No, I just painted this for fun.”
“Then sell it to me,” Shen Chuhan suggested.
Lin Ting blinked, his long eyelashes moving gently like butterfly wings. “Oh? If you like it, Mr. Shen, I can give it to you,” he said with a smile.
“Just wait until I finish painting it,” Lin Ting said, raising his eyebrows. His smile was more beautiful than the warm winter sunshine.
Shen Chuhan responded with “hmm,” then he raised his hand and gently touched the rough canvas on the easel with his fingertips, feeling the texture of the unfinished painting.
The room floor was scattered with numerous paints, each one labeled with a number. Upon closer inspection, one would notice a string of small braille at the end of each paint tube. As Lin Ting explained, he identified colors by touch, and because his eyes were sensitive to strong colors, every painting became a blend of various colors.
T/N Braille is a system of writing used by people who are blind or visually impaired. It consists of patterns of raised dots that can be felt with the fingertips, representing letters, numbers, and punctuation marks.
“Mr. Lin is a very special person,” Shen Chuhan said softly, his warm voice reaching Lin Ting’s ears.
Lin Ting felt dizzy as these words hit him. Shen Chuhan always seemed to praise him without hesitation.
“It’s not that special,” Lin Ting replied, a blush appearing on his cheeks. His hand absentmindedly ran through his hair, causing a few strands to stick up and sway with his movements.
Shen Chuhan smiled and said nothing. He lowered his eyelashes, reached for a paintbrush, and sat on the chair in front of the easel. “To be honest, I’ve been interested in painting since I was a child, so Mr. Lin, could you teach me?”
Lin Ting’s expression was a bit lost. It wasn’t until Shen Chuhan called for the second time that Lin Ting snapped out of his thoughts. He nodded hurriedly, skillfully taking down the easel and setting up another one.
“Of course… of course! If you don’t mind, Mr. Shen,” Lin Ting replied eagerly.
Shen Chuhan glanced up at Lin Ting’s slightly helpless expression, noticing the faint blush on his cheeks. The smile on Shen Chuhan’s lips widened, a playful glint in his eyes. “Then please teach me, Teacher Lin,” he said in a warm tone.
As Shen Chuhan spoke, his Adam’s apple bobbed twice, a subtle movement that caught Lin Ting’s attention. Shen Chuhan’s voice was pleasant to the ears, with a seductiveness that emerged when he laughed. Lin Ting felt his heart pounding in his chest, and a warm flush crept up his cheeks, particularly noticeable in his ears.
He stepped behind Shen Chuhan, gently tapped his fingers, and then clasped Shen Chuhan’s hand in his own. “To start drawing, you have to understand the basic structure. Let’s begin by drawing an apple.”
His voice trembled uncontrollably as he leaned close to Shen Chuhan’s ear. Their foreheads touched, their hair mingling together. Lin Ting’s cool fingertips gripped Shen Chuhan’s hot hand tightly. Lin Ting’s entire body tensed up, causing him to almost lose control of the strength in his hand, resulting in thick and colorful lines instead of smooth strokes.
“Teacher Lin, are you nervous?” Shen Chuhan’s voice sounded close, almost as if it were whispered directly into Lin Ting’s ears. Lin Ting felt his head spinning, his nerves causing his grip on Shen Chuhan’s hand to tremble.
At some point, the snow outside the window stopped, and the sun emerged from behind the thick clouds. Its golden rays streamed through the transparent glass, casting warm light onto the smooth floor.
Lin Ting and Shen Chuhan basked in the sunshine, their figures outlined by the hazy halo of light. Shen Chuhan glanced at Lin Ting’s white fingers, and with a gentle tug, he managed to break free from Lin Ting’s grasp.
He reached out and held Lin Ting’s hand again before Lin Ting fully understood what was happening.
“I think I can probably understand the structure of painting, so now I want Teacher Lin to guess what I am painting,” Shen Chuhan said. With that, he placed the brush into Lin Ting’s hand, covering the back of Lin Ting’s hand with his palm. Together, they began to paint stroke by stroke, leaving traces on the canvas.
Lin Ting’s eyes widened in surprise as he realized that Shen Chuhan wasn’t painting at all.
Shen Chuhan’s hand clasped Lin Ting’s fingers, and slowly, stroke by stroke, three words were written on the canvas:
I like you.
Aw…. They are so cuteee
Fluff overload!! 🥰 I’m reveling in it because I know the drama will be coming soon.
There’s a drama of this???
No, I meant that there will be drama coming up in the story, based off of reading the novel summary. If there were a drama made of this novel, I’d watch it though. ☺️
I can’t claimed I’ve read enough but, as far as i remember so far i think this is like the second novel I’ve read that the protagonist had disability but treated like treasure by the family members, very rare and refreshing
Mr shen is so smooth with that confession aaaaaa~ the synopsis kind confuses me tho, he married the wrong blind date, meaning a wrong shen chuhan?
Even I think son will know in future
Dang that was smooth
Thank You for the new chapter (๑˙❥˙๑)
So romantic
Thank you for your translation 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
Feeling a bit lost here… Who am I kidding? What am I even doing here? But seriously, that was smooth!
This is actually bad for my heart. All this sweetness is too much for me too handle. Helppp
❤️❤️❤️
Awwwwwwww this dog food taste really good, very sweet
Everything hurts
My hand hurts
My foot hurts
My mouth hurts
My voice hurts
My heart hurts
In conclusion: I’m dying
⚠️⚠️⚠️ This book is dangerous. Proceed with caution!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️
This dog has eaten too much 🐶
OMGMGMG THSTS SO SMOOTHH PLEASESESEZZ AAAAAA THEYRE SOSOSO CUTEEE