Definitely not, but I can't outright refuse either, or else I’d hurt the feelings of this emotionally sensitive girl, Dong Mengyao. So I’ll have to be indirect. With that thought, Gao Liang finally clenched his teeth and spoke: “Dong Mengyao, I completely understand your feelings. You must feel this way, right? Am I not experiencing the same? Right now, all I want to do is respond to your questions through action. In front of you, I’m not really a good speaker—I believe actions speak louder than words. Truly!” Looking steadily into Dong Mengyao’s graceful face, he spoke with confidence, “I’m sure you’ll understand me.” It was a voice full of conviction. Dong Mengyao nodded, slowly realizing it—yes, indeed! Though it wasn’t yet clear whether this was love or just a deep sisterly bond, it didn’t matter. In reality, I would find the answer. Dong Mengyao thought. If someone truly belongs to you, they will care for you and love you, constantly and without fail. Liangge has treated me—definitely not just as a simple sibling relationship. But I’ll find out the truth in person. Dong Mengyao smiled at this thought. "We're selling eyeglasses! All kinds of styles, choose whatever you like—quality at affordable prices!" A clear, bright voice came from a good vision eyewear store in Binhai City. Soon customers were drawn over, gathering in small groups to browse and then moving off in small groups. As the evening wore on, this was a quiet, unremarkable street where most stores had closed, yet this one remained open with its lights on. The store's sales associate was a beautiful girl around sixteen or seventeen. Today, to meet her boss's target of selling 100 pairs of glasses, she wanted to stay open a bit longer and close out with the final pair. "Hey! You're still selling glasses? Bring me one right now!" Two burly men, one tall and thin, the other short and stout, appeared at the store. The tall, slender one eyed the girl's ample chest with a sly smile. The girl selected a pair of glasses from among several options and handed them to the tall one. Upon looking outside, however, the light was too dim, making it hard for him to see clearly, so his expression turned displeased. "For heaven's sake, what kind of glasses are these? They're not even good!" he grumbled. "Hey, girl, hurry up and get one that's truly impressive for our boss!" the short, stout one urged. The girl kept saying, "Got it! Got it!" After careful selection, she presented a high-end pair imported from the United States—both in appearance and quality, top-notch. The short, stout one tried it on for the tall one and then glanced at the girl's chest, giving her a thumbs-up. "Our boss, this is absolutely clear!" he exclaimed. The tall, slim one took the glasses the short, stocky one had been trying on, put them on, and glared sharply at the girl, her clothes draped over her, exclaiming, "What kind of glasses are these! Can you even see outside clearly? I want to see inside! Inside! Do you understand?" "You! You!" The girl now understood exactly what they meant by "seeing inside," so she gritted her teeth and said, "I'm sorry, but we don't have what you're looking for here. I'm closing now!" "Hold on, young lady! Be direct! We're short on cash! Today's sales have to stay with us!" The tall, slim one tossed the glasses aside, frowning. "Even if we don't have money, we'd like to enjoy ourselves for a while!" The short, stocky one's eyes sparkled with a hint of lust. Everything became clear. The girl quickly picked up the store's landline to call 110, but the tall, slim man yanked the phone cord right out of her hands. The shorter, stocky man pressed a sharp knife against her throat and growled, "Grandpa lost his money today, has nothing left—quick! Quick! Hand over all the daily sales! Otherwise, I'll kill you first and then have my way with you!" "Is anyone else in the store? I need a pair of glasses!" A bright, resonant male voice echoed as a well-dressed, confident young man appeared before the three of them. "How come it's always you? You always ruin my plans at the most crucial moments!" The tall, slim man recognized him clearly—he was the young man who had previously ruined his day when the girl had sold out the CD collection six months ago. "You keep getting in my way! If you don't back off, I'll leave you nothing but broken!" The shorter, stocky man held his knife steady, threateningly. "I'm not going to interfere. I'm just here to buy a pair of glasses!" "Highlight paid no attention to them, only turning to the girl beside him, who was trembling in fear, and saying, 'Miss, fetch me a pair!' The girl was held firmly by the short, stocky man with his dagger, so she couldn't move. The tall, slender one, growing impatient, threw the glasses he had just dropped to Highlight and said, 'Go! Take these!' Highlight gracefully put on the glasses. At that moment, the girl cried out, 'No! No! No! I've given you all my money! You can't do this!' 'Heh-heh! The two of them are just so bored—they're here to entertain us!' The two thugs, after grabbing the cash from the till, still weren't satisfied. Both of their hands, like salted pork hands, boldly reached toward the girl's RFID card. 'Damn it! These glasses don't have any透视 function! I want to see what's inside—what's going on!' the tall, slender one said, grinning slyly. 'Do you really think there are glasses that can see through people, boss?' the short, stocky one asked. 'No! No!' the girl cried out. "Come on! Help me!" The girl's cry made the two thugs rush to cover her mouth. "One more sound from you, and my knife won't care who you are!" The shorter, stockier one threatened. "Stop! You're treating a delicate girl like she's nothing! Then come at me—come at me!" High Light stood firm and upright. "Hear that? You're always getting in the way! Second brother, go take care of him!" With the leader's command, the shorter, stockier one raised his dagger and charged at High Light. High Light's Chinese martial arts weren't in vain—he dodged and slipped, leaving the attacker empty-handed, furious. When he turned to face him, High Light's iron fist struck his abdomen. "Ah!" he cried out, nearly falling to the ground. "You keep coming closer, and I'll end her!" The taller, leaner one had fought High Light just six months ago, so he wasn't willing to engage in a full-blown battle—defense was his priority. "Let her go! Otherwise—" High Light pressed forward steadily, forcing the taller, leaner one into a corner. "Sir, sir, please forgive us! We were just so eager to make a profit, and we were also struck by the girl's beauty!" The thin, tall man hurriedly apologized, bowing deeply, while at the same time signaling to the shorter, stockier man standing behind High Bright. High Bright's full attention was fixed on the money pouch in the thin man's left hand, demanding that he hand it over to the girl. With trembling hands, the thin man passed the pouch to High Bright. In that very instant, as High Bright caught the money from the girl, the thin man gasped in sudden agony—his sharp knife pierced through his glasses. High Bright felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, a sharp pain radiating from his corner of the eye, and sensed something foreign being pushed into his eye socket by the blade. Quickly drawing on his Chinese martial arts skills, High Bright managed to fend off the two thugs, who soon fled. The girl was saved, the money was secured—but High Bright's eyes had trouble sleeping ever since. When High Bright awoke, he found his eyes unable to open, wrapped in a white cloth. He touched the bedsheet with his hand—it was soft. Clearly, he had been admitted to a special He heard a voice saying, "Madam, we've done our best!" Clearly, it was the doctor's voice, filled with a sigh. "Doctor! Please make him see again! He's such a good man—he saved me once more! Doctor, I'm kneeling before you now! Please, please save him!" The girl's voice was full of pleading. "Ah! We truly can't help him now! Based on the surgery just performed, the chances of him regaining his sight are very slim!" the doctor shook his head. At that moment, High-light's face was beaded with large drops of sweat, and his eyes burned with intense pain. "Ah!" He strained to tear off the thick, layered borosilicate dressing that had wrapped around his eyes. As the doctors and nurses around him exclaimed, "It's over! His eyes are completely ruined!" High-light clutched his eyes tightly and cried out, "I can't see anything! I can't see anything!" The girl broke down in tears, deeply moved. She no longer cared for her composure, and fell into High-light's arms, weeping loudly. The doctor and the nurse sighed and left in turn. The girl's tears dripped onto the bright eyes, and Bright felt a slight itch in his eyes. Faintly, he noticed a subtle change in his vision. Was this real? Bright was amazed, for with the peripheral vision of his eyes, he could now see the girl's upper body with remarkable clarity.