"When she kisses me, it feels like my world stops revolving.", she froze after hearing those words from her husband. "Ruomei, why did you write this? Clearly, you wrote this song before the wedding so what makes you think we'll like kissing each other?", Meixiu thumped her chest because of the sudden change she felt on her heartbeat. She remembered their first and only kiss with the lyrics he just sang and the way he low key slipped a smile from his lips. ____ "I now pronounce you, husband and wife." Meixiu heard those words but she was stuck right there, she can't resist the charm of this man in front of her. She was shocked when Chaoxiang pulled her from her waist and tucked her closer to his body, her hands landed on her chest. "You have to kiss me lady, it's a custom.", he said. He drew his face closer, lowering his back to reach her height. She met her leading man halfway and locked her lips on his. His lips are making hers partly opened as he slipped his lower lip inside her mouth. Her heart's beating so fast. "Stop it already Chaoxiang or I'll die having no oxygen!", Meixiu thought. From her upper lip, he then ravished her lower lip. Meixiu was too nervous, she never kissed someone before. That's why she poked Chaoxiang's stomach with her index because according to his interview, it's his most ticklish part, hoping he will stop the kiss after but what he did shocked her. He bit his lower lip and after tasting her blood, he left her standing there. ____ "Are you that whipped for Chaoxiang?", she snapped out after hearing Lein. "Why? What?" "Give me your letter now, I'll give it to him at the back stage." "Oh I'm sorry. Here it is.", she handed the box she made throughout the night. "I'll go with the crowd so Chaoxiang will not see me.", Meixiu said and walked away. TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions blood, depression, abuse and suicidal thoughts. Book cover is from Google, just edited by the author.

The world is bright, even brighter than what I imagined. The first seventeen years were dull, spending all my time touching all things, pretending to be satisfied with the texture of it. Mom whispered, "The world is cruel, it's better for you not to see it." Dad uttered, "Secrets are meant to be secrets. If you heard that "access denied" don't ever cross it." The confrontation lacks weight as they try to intoxicate me with various information as I grow up. Let me ask you, what's essential? Is it your sense of smell, your privilege to hear things, your ability to taste everything, or is it your hands? Ever considered living without your sight, who are you? You define yourself as to what people tell you. You dress yourself the way they wanted too coz after all, it's their satisfaction that matter. You touch things to feel it, hoping your brain can understand what's behind a rough or a fine surface. From the start, you are seeing things differently to what they see for your eyes are their mouth and they only tell lies. Grandma said, "Be contented Lucy. You are denied of something for you are gifted about something. Isn't it fair?" Grandpa said, "You'll realize it as you grow older. You'll realize in time how having no sight is more of a fortune than a disgrace." Until I get older and my egocentric psyche grows with me, holding my hand and even taking over me. I wanted what's theirs, I wanted to have those. Let me have it please. Let me have a chance to see until I regret it. Regret seeing my mother cried in your hands, you cruel beast. You deserve to die. Let her live.