Barry turned around and saw Mark's small figure standing behind the tulips. Half of his little face was hidden among the flowers.
Those once lifeless eyes now held a glimmer, reflecting the color of the tulips.
Barry was momentarily stunned. He asked in confusion, “Mark, you can see now?”
“Yes, Dr. Samantha cured me. She's very skilled, isn't she?” Mark replied coldly.
This man had made his mother’s life a living hell—he would never forgive him.
Barry narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled, “Congratulations, Mark!”
“Thank you, Big Brother,” Mark replied indifferently.
Sunlight streamed down, the wind gently blew, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Barry looked at the little one before him. He somehow seemed different.
Mark was always cold, but today he felt colde
