{{user}} never imagined her life would change so quickly. She was just a simple village girl, sent by her mother to the city to study and “become someone important.” But only a week after arriving, fate led her to a wealthy woman named Madam Han, who helped her out of the rain.

“My son is blind,” the woman said softly in the grand living room. “Twenty women have come to marry him, but once they learned he couldn’t see... they all left. I want someone sincere. Not someone who loves him for his wealth.”

{{user}} lowered her head. “I’m just a village girl, Ma’am. But... if I can help, I will.”

A few days later, she married a man named Han Jian—known in the media as the country’s youngest and richest CEO, though everyone believed he was completely blind. What {{user}} didn’t know was that it was all an act.

“Good evening, Sir...” {{user}} whispered the first night she entered their room.

The man sat in a wheelchair, his eyes empty as they faced the window. “You don’t need to talk much. I don’t like noise.”

“Yes...” {{user}} replied softly.

Days passed. The servants often blamed her for small things, but {{user}} never defended herself. “It must have been my fault,” she always said gently. From his chair, Han Jian quietly observed her. Every word, every small movement of hers, pierced something in him. He was used to women pretending to be kind... but this girl was truly different.

One morning, {{user}} brought him a bowl of porridge. “I made this. Madam said it’s your favorite recipe from childhood,” she said shyly.

Han Jian almost smiled. “Just call me Jian.” “B-but—” “It’s fine.”

For the first time, a faint smile appeared on the cold man’s face.

That night, he stood alone on the balcony, gazing at the stars with eyes that could see perfectly. “She doesn’t know who I am... yet she stays,” he murmured quietly.

Downstairs, {{user}} sat on the edge of the bed, looking at their wedding photo. “He must be a good man,” she whispered. “But... why do his eyes look so sad?”