His Priceless Blind Wife

6 Three Years Ago

The whistling wind blew into Lola’s collar and made her shrink her neck. She kept trembling, her face red and her lips pale from the chill.

No people or cars passed by. The only sound she could hear was the crunching of her feet stepping on the snow. Her hand clutching onto the luggage had gone numb from the cold. She kept walking, she was cold, blind, and divorced. But she couldn't stop.

She then thought of the car accident that had changed her fate. When she graduated from college three years ago, her father drove to pick her up. They were happy to rush home and celebrate, so they didn't eat anything or drink on the way.

Then the accident happened. She couldn’t recall the details of what had happened that day. All she remembered was her father leaning against the steering wheel with his forehead bleeding before she blacked out. And when she woke up, she had lost her sight. It was such a heavy blow to her mother that she fell seriously ill. To make matters worse, their relatives took all their property and threw them out of their house on a snowy day like today.

Lola knelt on the ground with her mother in her arms, begging the passers-by to give her a hand, but no one stopped for them. Her mother was getting ill and losing consciousness. Lola had lost her father and couldn’t afford to lose her mother anymore. As long as she could save her mother, she would be willing to do anything. Even so, her mother’s body grew increasingly colder. While she was worried sick, Blake showed up.

Lola would never forget his broad, warm hands. He walked through the snow and wrapped her in his arms, “Marry me, Lola, and I’ll have your mother treated.”

Maybe it was because of his gentle voice, or because she was in despair, Lola put her hands into his without hesitation, feeling as if Blake was a beam of light that brightened her world.

But three years later, her world darkened again. She felt herself falling apart the moment he told her she was just a tool. But despite her grief, she didn’t hate Blake. After all, he saved her mother’s life.

Lola sobbed as she walked on. As she was in a trance, she stepped into a pit and fell to the ground. The cumbersome coat made her clumsy and she failed to get up after a few attempts, so she stopped struggling and just allowed the snow to pour down on her.

A short moment later, she heard a squeak, followed by the sound of the car door opening. She turned in the direction of the footsteps and apologized, “Sorry for the trouble. I’m blind and I can’t see the way.” With that, she felt so aggrieved that tears swelled up. “Can you give me a hand?”

Her delicate cheeks and the tip of her nose were red from the cold, her beautiful eyes were shimmering with tears, and her hair and eyelashes were covered with snow. She looked like an pitiful little girl.

“Lola, what are you doing here?” Roger asked.

Hearing his familiar voice, Lola immediately stopped crying.