: Blind Love

2.

It's hard to imagine, but for all four years of university, my attention was focused solely on Sean Valerius—all because I was so in love with him back then.

Those layered memories washed over me again, threatening to drown me.

Back then, I never dared to take the initiative for this love, yet everywhere I looked, there he was.

I couldn't bring myself to do what they do in TV dramas, like deliberately falling down in front of Sean Valerius and refusing to get up.

Then crying out pitifully, "Hey, handsome, please help me!"

Or asking my best friends to get his WeChat for me.

Or publicly declaring my affection for him on the Campus Confessions Wall.

Sean Valerius's love was something I could only dream of, always out of reach.

He once told me with deep affection, "Serena Sterling, I've actually liked you for a long time."

His words plunged me into a joy so deep I couldn't pull myself out of it for a long, long time.

After I accepted Sean Valerius's confession, something unexpected happened: he fell gravely ill.

One night, during a violent storm, he insisted on going to see an old friend. He ended up getting soaked and catching acute pneumonia.

He was gentle and refined, with a calm and mild temperament.

He already looked delicate, but after falling ill, he became frighteningly thin.

He was in agony every day. When I tried to feed him porridge, he would frown and say, "I have no appetite. You should go to class. Don't worry about me."

How could I bear to leave? I coaxed him in a soft voice, "Just one spoonful, okay?"

Watching him force it down, my own heart twisted in pain.

His tastes were pickier than I'd imagined. He didn't like cilantro or onions, couldn't eat anything spicy, and couldn't even tolerate a single shred of ginger in dishes with a strong, gamey smell.

I turned out to be a little genius in the kitchen, and I took great care of his dietary needs.

When I cooked his favorite dishes for him, I would even take a taxi to a market far away just for one fresh ingredient.

I thought the hospital's public washing machines were dirty, so I hand-washed all of Sean Valerius's clothes myself.

Under my attentive care, Sean Valerius finally recovered.

Once he was better, Sean Valerius was considerate and warm—the perfect boyfriend everyone envied.

Sean Valerius would wait for me outside the women's dorm every day after my classes ended.

He'd attend classes with me, bring me my favorite milk tea, and order me the newest chocolate sundae.

Our classmates always liked to tease us, making jokes that made my face flush and my heart race.

At moments like that, I never knew where to look, so I would just gaze at Sean Valerius with a bashful smile.

Sean Valerius would then gently pull me close and warn everyone, "Alright, break it up. Don't tease Serena Sterling."

This would only be met with another round of even more exaggerated, suggestive laughter.

Sean Valerius was great at planning little surprises. On special holidays, I would always receive the most unique gifts.

For our first Valentine's Day together, I received a bouquet of roses made of chocolate.

And a pair of sparkling high heels.

The perfumed card read: Sean Valerius will forever love Serena Sterling.

We were just like most inseparable couples, deeply attached to one another.

At least, that's what I thought.

Back then, I sometimes felt that something was off with Sean Valerius. He had a habit of staring blankly at a certain spot for a long time.

I didn't know whose spot it was.

Or what it represented.

Once, during a break between classes, he was leaning on my shoulder, half-asleep, and mumbled a name: "Eve Shaw."

But I chose to ignore it. 'Everyone has a past,' I thought, 'and that past is a part of Sean Valerius, too.'

Until one day, Eve Shaw suddenly appeared before us.

The girl stood in the crowd, her smile radiant. She had shoulder-length hair and wore a snow-white gossamer dress, looking gentle and beautiful.

At the time, I didn't understand why two people who were supposedly strangers would have such a strong reaction upon seeing each other.

Eve Shaw saw my arm linked with Sean Valerius's and asked him with a choke in her voice, "Who is she?"

"It's none of your business!" Sean Valerius's gentle demeanor vanished. He snapped harshly at Eve Shaw, then grabbed my hand and pulled me away.

We stumbled along.

"Sean Valerius," I said, stopping to rub the back of my hand, which had been scratched by a plum branch. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I..." He looked at me, his eyes filled with a hidden pain. "Serena Sterling, I like you."

He pulled me into his arms and, without any warning, pressed his lips to mine.

In that moment, my mind went completely blank.

What I didn't know then was that Sean Valerius had suddenly lost control because Eve Shaw was standing right behind me.

The person Sean Valerius had braved the storm to see back then was also Eve Shaw.

And yet there I was, still completely oblivious, dreaming about my future with Sean Valerius.

3.

The scent of antiseptic hung in the air.

The hospital was quiet in the dead of night.

Sean Valerius was staring down, meticulously peeling an apple.

The thick apple peel broke in his hands. He looked up at me, his expression aggrieved, and continued his earlier explanation.

"Babe, I was really late because I had to work overtime."

Yesterday, I had dinner with Sean and had an allergic reaction to peanuts.

Sean brought me to the hospital. The allergy wasn't severe, but something else was wrong, and it required treatment, so I chose to be admitted.

He said he would take time off work to take care of me at the hospital.

But by nine-thirty at night, I still hadn't gotten the bowl of hot congee I was waiting for.

The person who had promised to come take care of me still hadn't shown up.

The elderly woman in the next bed asked me compassionately, "Dear girl, why haven't you eaten so late?"

I gave a bitter smile. "I'm still waiting for my boyfriend to bring me something."

She asked if I'd met a heartbreaker, saying that a good man wouldn't break a promise so easily.

I lowered my gaze and replied, "Maybe."

Thirsty and hungry in my hospital bed, I finally gave in and ordered takeout.

When the delivery guy handed me the steaming hot food, I suddenly felt that none of it mattered anymore. Even the congee I'd been dreaming of all day had lost its appeal.

It wasn't until much later that Sean rushed in, panting. "The work is finally done! I'll be with you wholeheartedly from now on."

I looked at his empty hands and smiled faintly. "Sean, you can go. I don't need you anymore."

Then, I called my best friend, Jessica Thorne, and asked her to come to the hospital to take care of me.

Jessica only found out I was sick when she answered my call.

I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was worried about me.

But Sean was even more displeased than I was. He said angrily, "Serena Sterling, can't you stop being so petty? I told you, I went to work."

He didn't get to finish his sentence.

Because I held up my phone in front of him. On the screen was a photo that someone had sent me anonymously an hour ago.

The picture was taken at a karaoke bar. It was a photo of two people.

Eve Shaw, looking gentle and charming in a lavender dress, was leaning her head against Sean's chest.

Both of them looked very happy.

Sean panicked. His face was pale, and he looked utterly defeated. "I didn't know Eve was going to be there. I just dropped in for a bit."

Seeing his frantic expression, I found it utterly ridiculous.

His "working late" was actually a long-awaited reunion with his old flame in a neon-lit karaoke bar, where they poured out their hearts to each other.

And I was just a prop to highlight their great love story.

"That's enough, Sean. I don't want to see you racking your brain for lies to cover for someone else. It makes you seem so pathetic."

"It even makes me doubt myself, wondering if I've loved the wrong person all this time."

The light in Sean's eyes died instantly, and he slumped back into the chair, defeated.

I closed my eyes, unable to look at him any longer.

I still remember the summer of my junior year of college. Six months after Sean and I started dating, I asked him out for hot pot for the first time.

"Sean, a new hot pot place opened up near campus. Let's go try it."

"Okay!"

We ordered each other's favorite dishes, but just as the food went into the pot, he took a call and left.

He said he'd be ten minutes, but I ended up waiting for four agonizing hours.

I stood on the street, looking around aimlessly as couples in love passed by, laughing and bickering.

A boy wrapped his arm around a girl's waist, stealing a kiss with a mischievous grin.

It wasn't until ten o'clock that he sent me a text: "Babe, where are you?"

When he found me, reeking of alcohol, he apologized pitifully, just like today. He claimed he'd run into some friends on the way and got dragged out to eat.

He stroked my face and said, "I don't see that friend often. Running into him was fate. I really couldn't say no."

He said he'd been forced to drink a few wheat beers, dozed off for a bit in a daze, and that's why he was so late.

Back then, he was my entire world.

After hearing his explanation, I resolutely ignored the pain in my own heart and chose to believe him.

The ridiculous part is, back then, I actually felt touched.

'He got drunk, but he still rushed over to find me and apologize without stopping.'

'He loves me. He really has me in his heart.'

"Are you still dizzy? I'll make you some honey water when we get home." I supported him as he shook his head with a smile and whispered in my ear, "You're my remedy for sobering up."

My face flushed red, and the four hours of misery and exhaustion were completely swept away.

But today, I couldn't keep lying to myself and believing him anymore.

I was tired.

4.

Sean Valerius was unwilling to leave.

He even held my hand stubbornly, refusing to let go.

Just then, the door to the hospital room was pushed open, and Jessica Thorne and Julian Hale walked in.

Jessica was a longtime friend of mine, and Julian had been our senior in school.

Once, during a period when Sean and I had broken up after a fight, Julian had subtly tested the waters with me.

My surprise at the time was no less than if I had won the lottery.

'After all, Julian Hale was just too exceptional. He was like a shining moon, a height I could admire but never reach.'

I turned him down that day. After that, Julian never said anything like that to me again, and we became mere acquaintances who would exchange polite nods.

So, I hadn't expected him to come today.

"Julian happened to be free, so he came with me." Jessica deliberately squeezed Sean out of the way and gave me a knowing look.

I gave her an awkward smile and then greeted Julian Hale.

"It's nothing, I happened to be free." Julian was as gentle as ever. Right in front of Sean, in a move I couldn't tell was unintentional or a provocation, he actually touched my forehead.

Then he smiled. "Good, you don't have a fever."

I felt a little awkward and just smiled with my lips pressed together.

"Have you eaten? I'll go buy you some food," Jessica asked pointedly. I shook my head at her, silently telling her not to say things just to provoke him.

Even if Sean and I were no longer together, I didn't want to humiliate him.

If the love was gone, we should just part ways. There was no need to make a scene and become mortal enemies.

Sean knew he wouldn't get the chance to say what he wanted to tonight. After a moment's hesitation, he said his goodbyes and left.

I spent a peaceful week in the hospital.

I used to be too busy with work to enjoy the good things in life.

During those days, I ate when I should and slept when I should. I even binge-watched the K-dramas I'd fallen behind on. Life was incredibly pleasant.

Jessica would visit me at the hospital from time to time to show off her unique skills.

"Miss Sterling, how about a complimentary essential oil back massage?"

I'm ticklish, so I'd just end up rolling all over the bed.

Sometimes when Jessica was busy, Julian Hale would come to keep me company, chatting with me and even discussing plot points from the shows.

When the two of them happened to be there at the same time, we would even play poker together. The days were truly pleasant and fun.

The day before I was discharged, Sean came.

As if to make up for his guilt, he brought a huge pile of nutritional supplements every time.

"I bought these especially for you. When you get home, I'll make you some tonic soup to help you recover."

I said flatly, "Take it all with you. I don't need any tonics."

But he acted as if he hadn't heard me.

He tidied up the room while telling me about recent events, a rare look of humility and obedience on his face.

I sighed and looked at him. "Why do this? Must we keep dragging this on until we can't stand the sight of each other?"

Sean froze. He stared at me with bloodshot eyes, a sorrow swirling in their depths that I didn't want to understand.

He almost fled in disarray.

But when I was discharged the next day, Sean still showed up.

Jessica and Julian Hale had already taken care of everything. I sat in the car and looked at him. "In a few days, I'll come get my things."

This was a decision I had made after much thought during my hospital stay.

Sean's eyebrows knitted together, and the veins on his arms bulged visibly.

He held onto the car door, his voice pleading, "Serena, please give me one more chance, okay?"

I shook my head.

"Sean," Julian Hale said, grabbing Sean's wrist. "Serena is still sick. She can't be out in the cold wind."

As if he'd found an outlet for his frustration, Sean angrily demanded of Julian Hale, "And who are you? What gives you the right to meddle in our business?"

He clenched his fists, looking like he was about to start a fight.

I snapped, "Sean, that's enough!"

Sean froze and released his grip.

As the car drove away, I could still see him standing by the roadside, a dejected figure.