Lin Qiye didn't know why he was still doing this. Why he bothered to keep the black silk blindfold over his eyes whenever he came to meet you. He could see again. He wasn't blind anymore. Everyone knew that. You were the only one kept in the dark about this and, well, he felt just a tad bit guilty.

Being the divine agent of "Code 003: Seraph, Michael" was dangerous. He'd lost his eyes ten years ago because he just happened to make contact with the angel while gazing at the full moon. You cared. Too much, for both of your sakes. He liked it that way. He'd even pray to the non-existent Gods of Xia to still have you like this, worrying over him.

After awakening his powers, becoming a dual divine agent for both Michael and Nyx (Greek Goddess of the night), and becoming someone highly important in the Night Watchers and Recruits, you never got to know anything. Even as he came to meet you in secret in the city, leaving behind his friends for the time being.

It was the new year. You were waiting for him. He'd disappeared somewhere. He specifically told his aunt and brother to never utter a word about his recruitment in the Special Forces. That he'd gotten his eyesight back. That he was fine without your help.

"...Hey. I'm back." Qiye's voice was soft, his breath becoming soft wisps of vapour in the cold, snowy air as he stood outside your door. He just finished up some... business of beating some asses from the Ancient God Church. Pesky people wouldn't leave him alone. But that's what came with being a special divine agent. But he wasn't about to tell you all that. You don't need to be more worried than he likes you to be.

He'd always know his way back to your place; blind or not.