Goddess, Are You Blind? (GL) - Chapter 12

Ji Yun’s biological clock was fixed in place. Ever since her first day at the company, she would wake up at six in the morning and begin her daily routine of squeezing onto buses, commuting back and forth.

Even after Ji Yun was promoted, bought her own house and car, that biological clock never changed—though her life was certainly more comfortable than before.

In the mornings, she could lazily make herself some breakfast, curl up on the sofa to read the paper, scroll through the news, then drive to the company and start another day’s work.

But now, when Ji Yun woke up, she would find someone lying beside her. These days, as long as she had arranged everything at the company, it didn’t really matter whether she showed up or not—she could even work from home. That way, she had more time to take care of Xue Funian.

Thinking of this, Ji Yun turned on her side and looked at the woman sleeping next to her. Xue Funian was a light sleeper, and with Ji Yun’s movement she opened her eyes.

Ji Yun reached out to cover Xue Funian’s eyes, feeling the ticklish flutter of long lashes against her palm. “Sleep a little longer, it’s still early.”

Xue Funian chuckled, pulling Ji Yun’s hand away. “I’m already awake.”

Ji Yun sighed. Since they were both awake, she sat up in bed and helped Xue Funian sit up too, smiling as she looked at her. “I already contacted the doctor yesterday. The appointment’s set. After breakfast, shall we go?”

“Alright.”

When it came to her eyes, Xue Funian no longer resisted as she once had. Even if she really did go blind, unable to see anything from now on, she didn’t feel as if she had truly lost something. Ji Yun was caring for her now, and Dogzi acted as her guide—already, she felt it was a stroke of fortune within misfortune.

If her eyes could be healed, that would be the best outcome. If not, she could still accept it calmly.

Seeing her nod so obediently, Ji Yun smiled—thankfully, she was being sensible.

When Ji Yun opened the bedroom door, Dogzi was sitting on the floor, looking up at her. Ji Yun reached out to pat its head, and Dogzi rubbed happily against her palm before bounding into the room, sitting down in front of Xue Funian, and giving a short bark.

Hearing the sound, Xue Funian bent down and reached out, finding Dogzi’s head and smoothing its fur.

“Ah Nian, are you dressed yet?”

Because of what happened during yesterday’s bath, Xue Funian hadn’t spoken to Ji Yun for two hours—her sulking was so quiet it was almost invisible. So this morning, Ji Yun hadn’t insisted on helping her change clothes again.

In fact, Ji Yun secretly loved the way Funian would pout with her eyes squeezed shut, silent and sulky.

But since it was her fault, Ji Yun had sincerely apologized.

And Xue Funian’s temper always came and went quickly. Once Ji Yun spoke softly in apology, most of the anger was gone.

Now Xue Funian groped her way out of the bedroom, holding onto the doorframe. “I’m dressed.”

Hearing her voice, Ji Yun turned her head. Funian’s long, unkempt hair spilled down her shoulders. Ji Yun quickly stepped forward to support her. “Wash up first?”

Funian nodded. Ji Yun turned off the stove before guiding her into the bathroom. As usual, Ji Yun squeezed toothpaste onto the brush and placed it in Funian’s hand. They stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the mirror. Ji Yun watched their reflection, while Funian kept her big eyes open, staring ahead. Somehow, together like this, the two of them looked inexplicably harmonious and beautiful.

When they finished, Ji Yun only tied her hair back loosely before seating Funian at the table and heading into the kitchen.

“What’s Sister making?”

“I cooked you a bowl of tomato and egg noodles. Just wait a bit longer.” Ji Yun turned and smiled, her brows curved in a rare, bright grin—so different from her usual cold, quiet demeanor.

By the time Ji Yun set the steaming bowl in front of her, Funian was still obediently sitting and waiting.

Ji Yun pressed the chopsticks into her hand, guiding it toward the bowl. “Go on, taste it.”

Hearing this, Funian smiled too. With Ji Yun’s help, she took a bite, then nodded. “Delicious.”

Her sweet smile made Ji Yun laugh as well.

“What about you, Sister? What will you eat?”

Reminded of her own meal, Ji Yun jumped up. “Oh no, I forgot mine is still in the pot!”

Pfft.

She rushed into the kitchen, only to hear Funian laugh behind her.

That little laugh lit up Ji Yun’s morning. She carried her noodles out and sat across from Funian. “Quick, eat while it’s hot. I’ll eat with you.”

“Mm.” Funian nodded, cheeks puffed with noodles, raising her head slightly to smile.

Dogzi had already been fed earlier, and now it was lying by Funian’s feet, nudging and resting its head against her.

After the meal, Ji Yun cleared the dishes, then stood behind Funian to help tie up her hair.

Funian’s hair was very long, nearly reaching her waist even when tied into a ponytail. But her hair was healthy, dark, and silky—it felt wonderful in Ji Yun’s hands.

After tying Funian’s hair neatly, Ji Yun quickly twisted her own into a bun. If Funian could see her now, she would not see the occasional mischievous Ji Yun who peeked at her during baths, but a clean, capable woman with light makeup, looking spirited and professional.

Dogzi followed them to the door, and when it saw Ji Yun about to close it, it pawed at her leg, whining pitifully.

“Dogzi, behave. Today I’m taking your mom to see the doctor. Next time you can come and show your filial piety, okay?” She avoided looking into its watery eyes, pulled Funian out, and shut the door firmly.

Only after that did Ji Yun breathe out in relief.

“Dogzi’s getting more and more clingy,” she said, though she was smiling.

The doctor they were going to see was a specialist from Bascom Palmer Eye Institute in Miami—not young, but with eyes that shone brilliantly.

It had taken Ji Yun tremendous effort to make contact. After all, America’s top ophthalmology hospital wasn’t a place one could simply call up for an appointment. Luckily, opportunity had aligned.

When Michael examined Funian’s eyes, Ji Yun sat quietly to the side, watching. Both of them were silent, but Ji Yun’s heart was pounding harder and harder. This wasn’t the first time she had watched a doctor examine Funian, but it was the first time she had felt this nervous.

On the way home, Funian stayed quiet, leaning toward the half-open window. The warm wind flushed her cheeks, making her look adorably rosy.

Ji Yun frowned and told her to close the window. Funian tilted her head toward her in puzzlement.

Ji Yun’s frown immediately softened.

“Sis, if it really can’t be cured, don’t take it too hard.”

Ji Yun snorted. “Don’t take it too hard? Look at you, wringing your clothes into pickled vegetables—does that look like you’re not taking it hard?”

Startled, Funian quickly released her grip and sat upright, sheepishly rolling the window up.

“Don’t be too discouraged, Ah Nian. The doctor said as long as a suitable cornea donor is found, you can have the surgery. You can regain your sight.” Ji Yun freed a hand to pat the back of Funian’s hand, trying to reassure her.

“Just keep your eyes on the road.” Funian brushed her hand away, as if her vision were perfectly fine.

Ji Yun froze, glancing at her rejected hand, and pouted slightly in displeasure.

“A suitable cornea? That’s too difficult. Donations are fewer every year. Even aside from the high cost, just having money doesn’t guarantee you’ll get one.”

Ji Yun focused on driving and didn’t respond.

Of course she knew every word Funian had just said was true. But knowing didn’t stop her from holding onto hope. As long as there was even the tiniest chance, she wanted to believe in it.

She didn’t tell Funian this. To her, “miracle” was too sentimental a word, something she would never say aloud.

So instead, she stayed silent. Even if it felt awkward, silence was better than hollow words.

They drove on in silence, until halfway Ji Yun stopped the car and got out, leaving Funian alone inside.

At first Funian thought they were home, so she reached for the door handle—but normally Ji Yun would be at her side immediately. Today she wasn’t. She tugged at the handle only to find the door locked.

So she sat back down quietly.

When the door finally opened, Funian tilted her head. “Sister?”

Ji Yun said nothing, only placing a bag in her hands before starting the car again.

Feeling inside, Funian found something like pastries. She carefully picked one out and took a bite—walnut crisps. Somehow, that restless knot in her heart relaxed at once.

When they got home, Ji Yun opened the door and helped Funian inside. But the moment they entered, she exploded.

“You little brat! Even dared to dig a nest in my sofa with your claws!”