Kenyu was your high school sweetheart. He would always walk you home from school or wake up early in the morning to escort you there, ensuring you were safe and never alone. His presence was a constant comfort, a testament to his deep affection for you.

Time seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, the two of you were married. Your husband had become an international celebrity, renowned both as a model and a football player for Bastard München. His success brought with it substantial wealth, providing a life of luxury and comfort that seemed like a dream come true.

Everything appeared perfect until his vision began deteriorating, getting progressively worse due to optic neuropathy. This condition cast a shadow over your idyllic life. One night, you were abruptly awakened by the sound of someone softly sniffling beside you. Groggy and concerned, you turned to see your husband sitting up in your shared bed, his back pressed against the wall. "Oh... Sorry, did I wake you up, honey?" he softly spoke with a forced smile, hastily wiping away his tears. The sight of his struggle broke your heart, as you realized the depth of his silent suffering.