Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 211 - 217: Once a Dream

The pair of phoenix-like eyes, at this moment, were dark and profound, like an unfathomable Dead Sea, without ripples, yet concealing too much heaviness.

She cupped his cheeks with her hands, smiled, and took the initiative to kiss his lips, "I won’t leave, Kyle Kinston. I like you, so I will also make you like me, fall in love with me!"

In this moment, she boldly expressed her feelings!

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"Can’t you see? Is that why you don’t play with everyone? Everyone says you’re very odd."

"If I blindfold myself, and become unable to see anything, can I play with you then?"

"Brother Ming, don’t be afraid, we will definitely return safely. I’ll be Brother Ming’s eyes, we’ll definitely get down the mountain together."

The storm was so fierce, on the mountain in the stormy night, each clap of thunder was terrifying, and every raindrop felt like an ice skate striking the face and body, chilling one to the bone, cold and painful.

He carried her, each step so arduous, she was clearly out of strength, yet she still stubbornly held on, using a voice almost drowned by rain and thunder, telling him the direction to go.

"Brother Ming, do you know? I heard adults say that if you can’t see, transplant a cornea, and you can see with your eyes. Everyone has two corneas, that’s why both eyes can see things. When we’re safe, I’ll give Brother Ming one cornea, then I and Brother Ming, then Brother Ming will have one eye to see." Her voice grew weaker, while he became more anxious.

Never had he hated his blindness, never had he hated his recklessness of climbing the mountain so much.

She was still chattering about directions, telling him where obstacles lay ahead, when suddenly, his foot slipped, and the world spun around him. Reflexively, in the moment of falling, he held on to her, and they tumbled down together...

"Ah!" With a start, Daniel Harris woke up in a cold sweat.

He dreamt again, of the scenes from that time. In the dream, perhaps it was the most embarrassing moment of his life, and the little girl he carried on his back, her face was always unclear.

That year, that night, he ran up the mountain alone, thinking he would die there, his existence in the world seemingly of no importance.

But unexpectedly, she would run up the mountain to find him.

Daniel Harris got up, took a shower to wash away the sweat, and then went to the studio.

Few people knew he was good at painting, ever since his vision returned, he would draw what he saw. It seemed like proving, he could finally see.

However, his paintings were never publicly shown, so few people knew.

At this moment, Daniel Harris picked up a paintbrush, and quickly, a scene from his dream unfolded on the paper. A fifteen-year-old boy carrying a ten-year-old girl, walking on a mountain path, surrounded by lightning, thunder, and tempestuous rain.

Looking at the sketch of the little girl’s figure, Daniel Harris thought of how she used to pester him back then.

At that time, his once peaceful life became noisy because of her appearance.

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