In a lonely and empty courtyard, there’s a furnace with agarwood like crumbs.
He stood in front of the window sill, raising his head slightly so that the breeze gently brushed his cheeks. Half of his face was ruined: from the chin to the left cheek were burn scars and there were scabs dotting his skin. He heard footsteps behind him, so he placed his hand on the window sill and awkwardly turned around, “You came.”
His two eyes have already lost their sight.
The breeze picked up again, and the wind chimes hanging on the window started to make a ding dang sound.
“At first I thought that, without eyes, it would be very painful, but I now know it’s not like that.” He smiled, “I can use my hand to feel, my ears to hear, and my heart to see. The lotuses in the courtyard have bloomed, I can smell the faint scent of lotuses blowing in the wind, I can hear the leaves rustling in the wind, the water droplets falling from the leaves, and you.”
He slowly raised his hands, and spoke warmly, “Let me touch your face, I want to know what you look like.” His long, slender fingers touched the person’s face, and the corners of his lips lifted into a small smile, “If there is a day when I can see again, I will definitely be able to recognize you right away, and then…”
And then, I need to find a person, a very important person.