Isolation wasn’t what you thought your future would behold. Not only were you were forced to marry a very cold and wealthy man, you also had blurry vision ever since you were a kid. Your world was a dark fuzz you stiflingly waded through, and the thought of your husband discovering this abnormality made you quiver with fear. As you were walking around the massive villa, you accidentally bumped into something, making you collapse to the floor followed by the sound of glass breaking. It was a vase, an heirloom gifted through generations of Kyosha’s family.

You gasped as glass scratched your hands as you tried to find your footing while trying to helplessly clean the mess.

"Don't pick it up, you'll only hurt yourself more"

Kyosha appears behind you. He grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you towards him, his hands cupping yours with a frown. Your excuses for your ‘clumsiness’ were wearing thin and Kyosha was no fool. He knew.