The room was heated by a kang and two small braziers were lit. Shujun’s head was filled with acupuncture needles, while Dong Huiying timed silently in her heart, and the other brothers waited quietly by the side. Shujun’s blindness had been a heavy burden on the family. Since life had stabilized, daily, when it was time for Dong Huiying to perform acupuncture, every brother would be there without fail, all concerned about Shujun’s condition. Shujun himself was also anxious; he could somewhat understand his second brother Shu Yu’s feelings now. These days, he had felt like a burden, almost completely reliant on Dong Huiying and his brothers for all his needs. He clenched his fist slightly, and then a sweet fragrance assailed him—it was Baobao’s scent. Dong Huiying couldn’t help but hold her breath. The hematoma in Shujun’s head had dissipated considerably. According to the treatment plan, after this acupuncture session, he should be able to see vague shapes at least. And if they continued the treatment steadfastly, by around the New Year, his vision should be fully restored. But knowing something in your heart is one thing, having confidence in your own Medical Skill is another; one could never be certain, and she still harbored some worries. She removed the Golden Needles and saw Shujun’s curled eyelashes tremble lightly. "How is it?" she asked anxiously. Shujun slowly opened his eyes. At first, all he saw was darkness, but within this darkness, there seemed to be a glimmer of light. Gradually, the light grew stronger, and he began to make out some vague outlines. In an attempt to see more clearly, he couldn’t help but squint. He saw a hint of light purple. Was it Baobao? He reached out his hand in Dong Huiying’s direction, and soon a small, tender touch came, with Dong Huiying holding his hand. "I... I can see?" he blinked hard, an expression of disbelief mixed with an overwhelming meticulousness. Even though his vision was not clear, quite blurry in fact, like looking at flowers through water, at least he could see light now, distinguish colors, not like before when everything was an endless expanse of darkness, open or closed. Dong Huiying was joyous for him; his brothers rushed over, the atmosphere turned jubilant. Especially the forthright Yue Ning, who grabbed Third Brother’s arm and exclaimed, "Third Brother, have a look at me, what color is the clothes I’m wearing? Can you really see?" "Blue, it’s blue!" Shujun laughed heartily, then he took her supple, fair hand to his lips, imprinting a kiss full of devotion. "Baobao..." He curved his lips into a charming, roguish smile, as if the frivolous, mischievous man of the past had returned. His eyes and eyebrows twinkled with an endearing smile, "Baobao, thank you." Dong Huiying was very happy, "Today is a good day; it’s getting late. I stewed a pot of pork this morning; I’ll prepare a few more dishes later, and let’s celebrate!" "Yes! Right, we must celebrate; this is wonderful!" Everyone chimed in. However, Shujun’s eyes shifted and caught, out of the corner of his eye, a glimpse of snow-like pallor. He was momentarily stunned. In these days, from suffering so much in the mountains, Shujun’s gaunt frame had gained some weight thanks to Dong Huiying’s care, but he still looked somewhat frail on the outside. His life was comfortable because, blind, everyone at home took pity on him, but correspondingly, they also kept some things from him. Until today, when it could no longer be hidden, the sight of his eldest brother’s white hair drew his attention.