Sweet Wife in My Arms

They wanted her eyes.

All they wanted was her eyes.

"Why me?" She lowered her gaze but it seemed like she could not shed any tears anymore. Her faith in humanity had ended right there and then.

"Because of that sweet scent on your body," Ru Yin said. She gently stroked Whitey's face with her fingers, her beautiful and delicate face that she had only heard rumors about.

"I've told you that I have a very sensitive nose. I can smell the fragrance on your body, and it is a very pleasant smell indeed. When I was young, a fortune teller had told me that I would live without sight until someone who has a fragrant smell on her body appears. That person's eyes would become my eyes."

"I did not know if I would ever encounter such a person in my entire life."

"And now, finally, I've found the person. My dear sister Whitey, you're the one."

Ru Yin moved her hands away from Whitey's face. Then, she turned around, her heart beating excitedly.

Soon, she would have a pair of eyes.

The prince approached Ru Yin. He reached out, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and said, "Don't worry, I will cure your eyes. See…" He pointed at Whitey and continued, "I've already brought her here for you."

"I've hired the best doctor I can find. Very soon, he will gouge out her eyes and give them to you."

His finger was pointing at Whitey, but his gaze was locked onto Ru Yin, who was standing next to him. Whitey had never seen that kind of love before, such a tender and unbridled adoration that was expressed in his every action.

That was what she had been looking for all these years, which had remained stubbornly out of her reach. As it turned out, it was with Ru Yin all along.

Soon after, several people barged into the room, one of them holding a metal tray. On the tray was nothing but a shiny knife. The knife glinted coldly in the light, just like the knife that Whitey used to cut her wrist.

Whitey did not struggle like how she did before. She did not cry for mercy either as she knew that they would not let her go. For the last time, she opened her eyes as wide as she could, wanting to get a last look of the world, this beautiful yet filthy world.

Grandmother was right, human beings were not like what she imagined.

Not only were they greedy and selfish, they could even harm their own kind too.

The knife was aiming straight for the Little White Fox's eye, hovering less than a centimeter away.

Meanwhile, Director Jin broke out in cold sweat. Closer, yes, closer. Yan Huan, you mustn't blink. We will have to start all over again if you blink. Don't worry, the knife will not harm your eyes.

Yan Huan stretched her eyes big and wide. She calmed herself down and locked her gaze on the knife. Her red lips moved slightly, but no one knew what she said.

"Cut!"

Finally, the director shouted. He heaved a sigh of great relief.

Yan Huan's limbs had gone numb from the ropes. On the contrary, there was a sparkling gleam in Liang Chen's eyes.

She touched Yan Huan's face and huffed, "Hmm, it must be so nice to be young. Whenever I touch someone else's face, their makeup powder or whatever would always stick to my hand. Your face, on the other hand, is perfectly clean, no powder at all."

"It's oil, isn't it?" Yan Huan wanted to touch her own face too, but her hands were bound firmly. Her eyes were exhausted from the stretching. Fortunately, she was trained to not even blink at a gun in her face during her time as a soldier. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to complete the shot perfectly. This was an extreme challenge for the human body.

She gently exhaled a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, the shot was done.

"Do you need my help to untie this?" Liang Cheng tugged at the rope on Yan Huan's wrist and teased, "Don't tell me that you would rather stay this way and have your meal like this?"

"Yes, we share the same idea, that's exactly what I'm thinking." It had never crossed Yan Huan's mind to untie the rope. It would be way too tedious if she had to untie and then retie the rope for the next shooting. The new bindings might not look the same as the previous one, hence she would rather leave herself bound.

"Wow, so dedicated. I will give you more likes and thumbs-up," Liang Chen jibed as she pinched Yan Huan's face again, taking advantage of the helpless girl. It would take a fool not to take advantage, even if they were both women.

Yan Huan felt slightly irritated by her poking and prodding. She felt that Liang Chen had some kind of peculiar interest in her. In fact, she wondered how did Qi Haolin fall for this kind of woman. He must possess a strong and sturdy heart to love a woman like this.

Furthermore, she reckoned that Qi Haolin was good at adapting to situations. At the very least, he was still alive and was expected to be able to live for a long time.

Everyone had gathered together to eat, though Yan Huan remained bound.

Director Jin was about to leave, but decided to turn around and ask, "Are you sure that you want to be tied up?"

"Yes, keep it like this." As Yan Huan spoke, she wriggled her limbs. "It isn't that bad, I'm okay. Everyone will finish their meal soon, just untie me after we finish the next few scenes."

"Alright then," Director Jin shook his head and said in a resigned tone. What else should he say? He could never persuade Yan Huan anyway.

After everyone left the filming scene, she laid there alone. She was thirsty, hungry and a little uncomfortable, but no one was there to tend to her.

"These people," she sighed in disappointment. "None of you have any conscience. Can't you guys keep me company and eat here? I want some food too."

She was so hungry that her tummy was growling desperately. She was in such a pitiful and miserable state, yet she could not scream or call out for someone.

Right at this moment, a pair of chopsticks poked her mouth. Her eyes were beaming as she finally had something to eat.

When she looked up curiously to take a good look at the good Samaritan who was feeding her, she was stunned upon seeing that person.

"Why are you here?"

"I come to visit you. Dad is here too," said Lu Yi while feeding Yan Huan a bite at a time.

Yan Huan ate obediently. Truth be told, she had a strong urge to cut off the ropes at this very second, so that she could fall into her dear husband's embrace and kiss him passionately. She ditched the idea swiftly after a second thought.

She finished a bowl of rice, feeling delighted and uplifted as she was no longer hungry, and her stomach had stopped growling.

Lu Yi fed her some water, but she only dared to drink a mouthful as she did not want to fill her bladder too much in case of a toilet emergency. She could hold back many things, such as eating, drinking, sleeping, showering and so on, but she could never hold back from going to the toilet.

Lu Yi touched her face tenderly and asked, "How is the frostbite?" He inspected it thoroughly and did not see any visible damage. He wondered if it was because of the makeup that might conceal the wound.

"No big deal, it has recovered," Yan Huan answered while rubbing her face against Lu Yi's hand. "Don't worry, I love my face the most. I will not let anything happen to my face."

"Great," Lu Yi said approvingly as he sat beside her to keep her company. He had to suppress his urge to cut all the ropes that were binding Yan Huan.

A moment later, all the staff from various departments came back. Lu Yi got to his feet and stood aside. Lu Yi was no stranger to the filming crews since it was not his first or second visit.