In the quaint room, Nian sat up from his bed, muttering to himself. He was about fifteen years old, with a handsome face, but his clear eyes were covered with bandages, as if they were injured.,"But others who cross over aren't noble princes or world-renowned heroes, so why am I just a blind man!",Although he remembered the original owner's master stuffing something into his eyes to try and cure them, he had a gut feeling. He was afraid he would go blind!。