The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

At night, Song Jiu tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He picked up his mobile phone and got the contact information of the man's family through Assistant Chen.

After briefly explaining his identity, he entered the topic by typing.

"Sister Ji, does Mr. Ji have a mental problem?"

It showed that it was inputting, and after a while, a long string of text was sent.

"Ever since he became blind, my brother was unwilling to accept this fact and became moody. Sometimes he would suddenly go crazy and smash things. The doctor said that the shock was too great and he could easily lose control of his emotions."

"Obviously I only hurt my eyes, but I can no longer stand and walk normally because of my heart knot."

"My younger brother has been depressed all day long, and has gradually become less talkative. He won't let anyone get close to him. He even shut out all his former family members and moved out to live alone."

"My parents and I were very worried that my brother would not be able to take care of himself. We hired several caregivers to take care of him, but they were kicked out after less than a day of work. And you are the only one who can stay for such a long time."

"If possible, I hope you can untie my brother's heart and at least make him happy. Don't worry, it's easy to talk about salary and everything else, and you will never suffer a loss..."

The sadness in the text was no less than the grief of losing a loved one. Song Jiu didn't know how to comfort him, so he replied and said that he would do his best to help.

I collected a lot of relevant information that night, hoping it would come in handy one day. After roughly understanding what to do, I turned off the lights and went to sleep.

The next day, when Song Jiu saw the man again, there was a small, exquisitely crafted cake on the table.

The man in the wheelchair apologized apologetically: "I'm sorry, I scared you last night. Assistant Chen said today is your birthday. I specially customized a cake for you. I hope you can accept my apology."

Birthday?

Song Jiu was stunned when he heard this word. He had long forgotten when his birthday was. The virtual identity forged by the system was too detailed.

"It's okay, I can understand your mood."

After reacting, Song Jiu shook his head, with a smile on his face, "I have to thank Mr. Ji for remembering my birthday. If you didn't mention it, I would have almost forgotten it."

The man put candles on the cake and lit them one by one. Under the dim candlelight, his face was as quiet and warm as fine jade.

"Make a wish, little birthday girl."

Seeing the man's gentle tenderness, Song Jiu's eyes flashed a hint of red.

He once searched for information on his mobile phone. The young man on the screen was holding a golden trophy symbolizing glory, with a smile on his lips.

Before the accident, the young man was high-spirited and in his prime. Although the man in front of him looked gentle, he knew that the man's soul had long since withered, leaving only an empty shell of a walking corpse.

God is jealous of talents.

Perhaps it had been too long. The man covered his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and asked softly: "Is the promise finished? The birthday girl."

Song Jiu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and tried to sound normal: "It will be fine soon."

The young man put his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and the flickering candlelight illuminated his face, as pious as a believer.

I hope that Mr. Ji can regain his brightness soon, pick up his painting brush again, and once again return to shine in the art he loves.

If there is a god in this world, I am willing to pray thousands of times, asking you to use your divine power to bring down miracles, restore life to withered flowers, restore broken mirrors to integrity, and let mottled gold shine again.

Holy God, have you heard my call...

At exactly this time, in the night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a bright meteor dragged a long comet tail across the night sky. Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps the god was really responding to his loyal believers.

Song Jiu opened his eyes, blew out the candles, cut a piece of cake and handed it to the man.

The man shook his head and gently declined the cake: "I don't like sweets. If you like, just eat more."

"Desserts can make people feel happy. Today I am the protagonist. Mr. Ji must listen to me."

Song Jiu took a spoonful and put it to the man's mouth, like coaxing a child: "Ah, here comes the little cake."

In the dark vision, a warm golden light came very close, far beyond the safe distance.

Ji Han was startled and found that he didn't resent the young man's approach, so he ate it obediently.

Very sweet.

Ji Han thought this way.

The young man's cheerful and clear chuckle came from beside him, which was so contagious that people couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths.

The man raised his eyebrows, feeling more relaxed than ever before: "Why are you laughing, huh?"

"No, no." The young man's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his hand to wipe away the residue from the corner of the man's mouth.

The moment his fingers touched his lips, the smooth feeling was transmitted to his brain, making the man stunned.

So warm and comfortable.

The man was silent for a while, then cautiously stretched out his hand, then pulled it back as if it was burned by something, showing a gloomy expression.

"...Can I touch you? I want to know what you look like."

"Of course, Mr. Ji."

Song Jiu smiled, took the man's slender hand and brushed it inch by inch over his forehead, eyes, nose, and finally the hand stopped at his lips.

The rough thumb kept rubbing the corners of the young man's mouth, causing his Adam's apple to roll up and down.

"Although this description may not be appropriate, I still want to say that you must be very beautiful and very clean."

It's so clean that you can't help but get dirty.

The man's breathing became slightly rapid, and suddenly his hands tightly grasped the wheelchair, as if suppressing something bad. He took it for a while to calm down.

A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead.

Recently, the guy's activity frequency has been a bit high, and Ji Han can hardly control it.

He frowned slightly, which was not a good sign.

……

"Give up, you're already blind."

"No, I can, I can draw again, I can definitely..."

The studio was in a mess, paint was everywhere, the painting tools were broken into two pieces and mixed with dust, and there were clumps of paint on the drawing board without any sense of beauty. It was just a random painting.

In front of the whiteboard, the man clenched his fists and groaned in pain. He struggled to pick up the brush, but his hands kept shaking and he could no longer paint.

"You don't even know where the drawing board is. Can you tell what kind of seasoning it is? Can you see the lines?"

"You're a loser. You have to be taken care of even when you're eating. What's the point of living?"

The voice was low, full of ridicule and disdain.

Stop talking, stop talking. The man covered his ears as if to steal the bell.

When she spoke again, her voice was hoarse, like an eighty-year-old woman: "But, I am not willing to accept it. I have not seen the scroll in person, and I am not willing to accept it!"

"He is just an ancient man who has been dead for thousands of years. Now there is not even a scum left. What's the use of you even liking him?"

"You might as well take a knife and swipe it, go to the underworld to find your sweetheart, and reunite as soon as possible."

'Ji Han' spoke slowly, his tone full of fatal temptation, as if it were a spell coming from the depths of hell, which could easily manipulate the listener's emotions and thinking, causing people to fall into the abyss unconsciously.

The man couldn't bear it anymore and yelled: "Shut up! You are not allowed to say that to him."

Feeling his nerves breaking down, 'Ji Han' continued to whisper seductively.

"Don't you want to meet the sweetheart in the scroll? Maybe he learned of your love and has been waiting in hell for thousands of years, wandering on the other side of the river and suffering."

"Are you willing to let your sweetheart suffer and suffer? Are you willing?"

Yes, he is so delicate and innocent in the ancient paintings. What if he is deceived by another ghost? No

Okay, I have to protect him and not allow anyone to bully him.

The man was in a daze and fumbled for a utility knife. The sharp blade was about to lead to tragedy.

At this time, the studio door was kicked open with a bang.