"I indeed opted for conservative treatment with you, because the necrosis of your cornea is irreversible. The only solution is a corneal transplant, but over these days, I've been secretly searching for a matching cornea without success. I had planned to tell you once I found a donor, never expecting your eyes to deteriorate faster than I imagined."
Ding Yinuo spoke in a very heavy tone.
As expected, after he revealed the truth, my mood plummeted to rock bottom.
I became dejected.
The inability to find a donor also meant that I was going blind.
This is a terrifying prospect.
Having been blind before, I knew all too well...
That's when you stand at a crossroads, never knowing if a dog will rush out to bite you, if a car will come hurtling towards you, if the person beside you is a friend or a ghost.
The taste of being engulfed in darkness is something I absolutely do not want to experience again.
Ding Yinuo sat next to my bed, took my hand, and urged me,
