That was the day Chen Yuan lost her vision.
And the very person who caused her to lost her vision was none other than the very person whom she trusted the most. With her eyes physically torn and injured, there was practically no hope for her to cure her eyes.
Even when Chen Yuan checked it herself, she knew very well that it was incurable.
She had turned blind.
No matter how much she cried, wailed, and begged, her older brother never let her go nor allowed her to be treated until the next day. At that time, everything has been too late and there was nothing that she could do.
"Young Miss Chen," a mocking tone could be heard. "You're now a blind girl and the family head required your attendance."
The young Chen Yuan raised her head. A bandage was used to cover her eyes up to the back of her head. After all, there were blood on her face because the broken porcelains also hurt her face's skin.
Her hand trembled.
