"Do you think I should help her?" Stephen retorted. "Don't forget that I'm merely a blind man right now. What power do I have? The only thing I can do is persuade her to give up."

The word "blind" stung Stanley badly. He lowered his eyes and murmured hoarsely, "I'm so sorry, Stephen. If I hadn't…" Five years ago, Stephen had been returning from Stanley's birthday banquet when he met with an accident. Since then, Stanley had never celebrated his birthday. He couldn't help but feel apologetic, thinking that the accident wouldn't have happened if he hadn't celebrated his birthday, and Stephen wouldn't have lost his vision.

Stanley bit back the rest of his thoughts, but Stephen knew what his friend was thinking. Stephen frowned. "It's not your fault."

The accident was far too odd. Although it was eventually reported as an accident, it was obvious that someone had intentionally planned it. Stephen was already their target, so the accident would've happened eventually even if it hadn't been