At dawn, Lin Qingyan left the hospital.

The man, who rushed to the hospital in the morning due to an urgent matter, only saw an empty hospital room. The rising sun outside cast its rays upon the neatly made bed, and it also spilled into the man’s indifferent and profound black eyes.

As soon as Lin Qingyan’s Weibo post was released, it caused quite a stir. Many netizens suspected that he was simply creating a sensation to grab everyone’s attention and did not believe that he would actually quit the entertainment industry. Everyone was eagerly waiting for the moment when Lin Qingyan would slap his face. 

But time passed day by day, and in the past month, Lin Qingyan never appeared in the public eye. The latest update on his Weibo profile remained the post announcing his departure from the entertainment industry. No one had seen him again, as if he had vanished into thin air.

The netizens who were waiting for Lin Qingyan to be proven wrong were left confused. Did they become the ones who were wrong? Has Lin Qingyan truly withdrawn from the industry?

In a small, underdeveloped county town, thousands of kilometers away from the southern city, inside a rented room, the young man who had disappeared for a month was carrying a pot of steaming noodles from the kitchen.

His body moved slowly, leaning against the wall, but he accidentally bumped into the table leg that was blocking his path. He fell heavily to the ground, and the noodles he was holding also fell, spilling the still-hot soup on his hands. The back of his hand, so pale it was almost transparent, immediately turned red from the burn.

Lin Qingyan, who did not sense anything, did not even know that he had been scalded. Not only did he lack pain sensation, but he had also lost his vision. His vision completely disappeared just a few days ago, so he hadn’t fully adapted to a life without light

His hearing was also slowly disappearing, so he could barely hear anything. The sequelae caused by the congestion in his brain were truly significant and awfully serious..

He didn’t choose to treat himself

The sudden sound of knocking on the door startled Lin Qingyan, who could still hear a faint sound. No guests had ever come to his shabby rental room, so who could it be? Lin Qingyan leaned against the wall and stood up, feeling his way slowly to the door. He opened the door, his beautiful black eyes blinked without a trace of brilliance, and his voice was hoarse after not speaking for half a month: “Who is it?”

The man standing outside the door witnessed this scene. His pupils slightly contracted, and his thin lips pressed tightly together. There were turbulent emotions hidden under his calm face. He stared motionlessly at the person before him.

Compared to the handsome and vibrant young man from a month ago, the current Lin Qingyan seemed like a completely different person. He had become extremely thin, so much so that his body had lost its shape. His body was left with skin and bones, with no trace of flesh even on his sharp chin. His lifeless eyes appeared larger in contrast.

 The fair skin on the back of his hand turned red from the burn. The room was in a mess, with noodles and soup scattered on the floor. 

As if guessing something, the man’s heart sank little by little. 

“Why aren’t you speaking?” Lin Qingyan spoke again, followed by a soft chuckle, as if lost in his own thoughts. He lowered his gaze and whispered, “By the way, I can hardly hear anymore.”

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