After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Wen Yanqing, still in deep sleep, loosely held her hand, and Lin Gantang carefully withdrew hers.

The house was very quiet, with no cats mewing or birds chirping from the mountain villa’s grove.

In the peaceful quiet of the morning, Lin Gantang got up to wash up and entered the kitchen.

It was the smell of breakfast that woke Wen Yanqing.

Having overslept again by accident, Wen Yanqing found no one by his side and followed the scent to the dining room.

“You’re up? Go brush your teeth and have breakfast.”

Lin Gantang approached him, saw he was yawning and still sleepy, and laughingly pulled him to wash up.

Wen Yanqing caught the toothbrush she handed to him and brushed his teeth drowsily with half-closed eyes.

“You brush first; I’ll go serve the porridge,” Lin Gantang said as she placed a towel next to him and turned to leave.

After brushing and rinsing, Wen Yanqing splashed water on his face and finally perked up.

His droopy eyes lifted as he glanced at the mirror, and as he reached for the towel, his hand hesitated; he looked up again into the mirror.

The smooth mirror reflected his appearance, and he could clearly see himself.

The messy hair, the face dotted with water drops, he could even see the reflection of himself in his eyes.

He could see.

See clearly and distinctly.

On such an ordinary morning, his lost vision had completely recovered.

Without a sound, the clear world once again presented itself before his eyes.

His condition had not worsened, darkness had not descended, and he no longer needed to fret, nor be uneasy about the future with his loved one.

The towel was clutched tightly in his hands, his voice choked up, and slowly, very slowly, his eyes reddened.

“Yanqing, are you done?”

Lin Gantang was calling him.

“I am,” Wen Yanqing said in a hoarse voice.

Like always, Lin Gantang came over to take his hand and lead him to the dining room, where she placed the rice-scented porridge in front of him and carefully handed the spoon to him.

Wen Yanqing, for the first time in a while, clearly saw the face of his beloved, his fingers trembled as he took the spoon.

“There wasn’t much in the fridge, so I just made some porridge. I bought the buns outside. Try them and see if you like the taste,” Lin Gantang said as she sat beside him, handing him a plump white bun.

Wen Yanqing looked down and took a bite.

After he was done, Lin Gantang handed him another bite.

She wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth.

She cooled down the porridge for him.

She watched him eat with joy, her curved eyes like the moon in the sky, watching him attentively without a hint of impatience.

Wen Yanqing greedily watched her, taking in every detail of her meticulous care for him.

He knew that even when he was blind, Lin Gantang had been just as attentive and considerate.

He had felt it with his heart, and now seeing it with his own eyes, it etched even deeper into his mind.

“Tangtang, my…”

Wen Yanqing had just begun to speak about his eyes when Lin Gantang picked up the vibrating phone on the table, “It’s my dad’s call.”

Wen Yanqing stopped speaking.

After a short chat with Mr. Lin, Lin Gantang turned to Wen Yanqing and said, “Dad mentioned he will bring some fishing friends to the villa this weekend, asking if it’s convenient for us.”

“He is our father, he can do as he pleases.”

“Right, I’ve given him the keys, and yet he’s being so polite.” Speaking about the villa, Lin Gantang asked, “Should we head back to the villa later or go to the office? Have you finished your work?”

“There’s still a bit to do.”

“Then let’s head back after we’re done,” Lin Gantang said casually. “It’s also comfortable living here; it doesn’t really matter.”

Wen Yanqing said, “We won’t be busy for too long today; you can also stay at home.”