Because I’d been caught in the rain, I came down with a high fever that night.

Maybe it was because we’d just fought, or maybe it was just an excuse—after dropping his sister-in-law off, Wang Yuheng never came back home.

I lay alone in bed, drifting in and out of sleep. Old memories flooded my dreams—memories of Wang Yuheng and me, years ago.

Our marriage had been an arranged one, a business alliance between our families. But I’d actually met him seven years earlier.

I was a sophomore in high school then, forced to drop out because of kidney failure. By pure coincidence, I’d ended up in the same hospital room as Wang Yuheng.

Those days had been pure agony. I’d taken endless pills and undergone countless tests, but my body just wouldn’t get better. A matching kidney donor was nowhere to be found.

I’d truly thought I was going to die. Every night, after my mom fell asleep, I’d cry silently into my pillow.

Then one afternoon, while my mom was out buying groceries, Wang Yuheng—who’d never said a single word to me before—suddenly spoke up. His voice was cold: “Can you stop crying at night? It’s annoying.”

His words had cut me to the bone. I’d hung my head in shame, stammering out an apology.

But then he’d said something else—something I’d never forgotten: “I can’t see, so my hearing is really good. I can hear you even when you whisper. So… stop crying. Smile more. Enjoy every day you have left.”

I’d looked up at him in shock. The sunlight streaming through the window had gilded his face, making him look almost ethereal. In that moment, this boy had stolen my heart completely.

During the month we’d spent together in the hospital, we’d talked about everything. We’d grown close—closer than I’d ever been to anyone.

He’d been about to take his college entrance exams back then. His family was wealthy, but completely devoid of warmth. His mother had died when he was young, and he’d had an older brother who was brilliant—but their relationship had been strained. His father had always thought his youngest son was stupid and unlikable, so he’d just left him in the hospital to fend for himself.

I’d thought *I* had it bad—but he’d been even more alone than me. I’d secretly taken his hand, determined to make him smile every single day.

Then my condition had taken a turn for the worse. The kidney donor we’d finally found had backed out at the last minute. The doctors had practically given me up for dead.

Maybe it was because I’d already accepted my fate, but I’d made a decision: I wanted to donate my corneas to him.

At first, everyone had been against it. But I’d been so stubborn. I’d begged my mom through tears, telling her I couldn’t bear the thought of him missing his chance at a future just because he was blind. In the end, they’d had no choice but to agree.

I’d been convinced I was going to die anyway. What better way to use my eyes than to give them to someone who needed them more? Someone I loved? It would’ve been like a part of me was still with him, even after I was gone.

But fate had other plans. The very same day I’d had the corneal donation surgery, another patient in the hospital had passed away unexpectedly. And their kidneys? They were a perfect match for me.

I’d received a kidney transplant and a new pair of corneas. My health had recovered completely. It should’ve been a happy ending—a miracle, even. But there was one problem: I’d never been able to find that boy again.

I’d heard his older brother had finally come back from abroad. Unable to bear seeing his only younger brother abandoned in the hospital, he’d transferred Wang Yuheng to an expensive private medical center. And just like that, he’d vanished from my life.