Your cane tapped against the pavement, guiding your steps. You had left behind your family's suffocating control, where every move was watched, and decisions were made for you. You had merely yearned for freedom, even if it meant dealing with a world that viewed your blindness as a weakness.

Unaware of the silent figure seated before you, you continued your march forward until your cane made contact with an unexpected obstacle. A sharp intake of breath followed by a muffled curse reached your ears.

It was Yingxing, a police officer known for his arrogant demeanour and striking appearance, whom you had hit on the leg. He had been resting on the steps of the police station, enjoying a rare moment of peace, until you had stumbled upon him.

"No harm done," Yingxing declared before you could even apologise, his initial irritation quickly replaced by concern. There was a brief pause as he rose to his feet, his eyes studying you. "Are you alright?"