Goddess, Are You Blind? (GL) - Chapter 34

In the kitchen, Bai Qing was making honey water for Ji Yun when she suddenly heard a loud bang from outside. Alarmed, she quickly put down what was in her hands and rushed out, only to see Ji Yun collapsed on the floor, holding Fu Nian in her arms, her hand braced against the corner of the table.

At first, Bai Qing hadn’t processed what was happening, until she heard Ji Yun groaning. She hurried forward, first pulling Fu Nian out from under Ji Yun’s weight, then turned to look at Ji Yun who was still lying on the ground.

“Tsk, tsk… This is really the first time I’ve seen Xiao Yun this drunk,” Bai Qing sighed, before pulling the limp Ji Yun up.

Fu Nian was a little dazed. She had seen Ji Yun drunk before, but never so utterly undone like this.

Thinking of how Ji Yun had been carrying everything alone these past days, hiding so much from her, she felt her heart ache even more.

When Bai Qing finally dragged Ji Yun onto the sofa, she exhaled in relief. “Ah Nian, are you hurt anywhere?”

Fu Nian shook her head. “Aunt Qing, please help my sister drink some honey water. I’m not hurt.”

Indeed, she wasn’t hurt. Despite being drunk, Ji Yun had wrapped her arm tightly around Fu Nian’s waist during the fall, shielding her from injury.

If Fu Nian could see right now, she probably would’ve thought Ji Yun was just playing tricks on her.

Bai Qing carefully checked Fu Nian over again, and only after making sure she was unharmed did she return to the kitchen to mix the honey water.

When she came back out, she saw Fu Nian crouched beside the sofa, struggling to brush Ji Yun’s long hair away from her face.

Ji Yun’s brow was furrowed tightly. She shifted uncomfortably, pressing her hand against her stomach, and let out a faint groan.

“That’s what you get for drinking so much,” Bai Qing scolded, giving Ji Yun a light pinch, though careful not to hurt her. “Now your stomach trouble’s acting up again.”

Fu Nian sat quietly, listening, until she heard the sound of Ji Yun groaning as she drank water.

“It’s been years since this flared up. Reckless girl,” Bai Qing muttered bitterly. After all, she had watched Ji Yun grow up.

Back before Ji Yun reached where she was today, she often came home late at night reeking of alcohol, clutching her stomach in pain.

It had taken a long time, but gradually she recovered, and her stomach healed as well.

So this was the first time since then that Bai Qing had seen Ji Yun in such pain again.

“Does Sister always get stomach pains when she drinks?” Fu Nian tilted her head and asked.

“If she drinks too much, yes. If it’s just a little, no.”

Fu Nian froze. Something didn’t add up. Then… why hadn’t she noticed anything the last time?

Bai Qing laid Ji Yun flat on the sofa, then tidied up. “Ah Nian, Bai Zhi’s school sent me a message—there are some matters I need to handle tonight. I can’t stay to look after Xiao Yun. Let her sleep on the sofa for now. Tomorrow, take her to the hospital for a checkup and get some medicine.”

After gathering her things, Bai Qing left, still looking back uneasily several times.

Fu Nian crouched beside the sofa, a little lost in thought.

It wasn’t until she heard Ji Yun groaning again that she came back to her senses.

She reached out her hand, first touching Ji Yun’s face, then slowly moving down until she found her collarbone, sharp and bony beneath her fingers. A little further down and… Fu Nian’s hand froze. Her face flushed red. She hurriedly continued lower until she reached the area of Ji Yun’s stomach, then gently pressed down to massage it.

Ji Yun’s groaning gradually quieted. She shifted slightly, more comfortable now, lips pursed, eyes half-closed, peeking at Fu Nian.

She was a little dazed, not even sure who it was crouching by her side—only that the presence felt familiar.

She smiled faintly and suddenly grabbed Fu Nian’s hand.

Fu Nian jumped in fright, instinctively trying to pull back, but Ji Yun’s grip was firm and unyielding. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t get free.

She had never realized Ji Yun’s strength was this great.

At last, Fu Nian gave up struggling and simply sat on the cold floor, leaning against the edge of the sofa, waiting quietly for Ji Yun to release her hand.

But Ji Yun never did.

So Fu Nian stayed like that, listening to Ji Yun’s occasional uneasy murmurs, strangely comforted by the sound.

One lying on the sofa, the other sitting by its side—the two of them, oddly, looked perfectly harmonious.

After a while, Fu Nian grew drowsy. Resting her head close beside Ji Yun’s, she closed her eyes.

Late into the night, Ji Yun’s stomach pain worsened, keeping her from resting. Half-propped up, she realized her hand was still tightly clasping another hand—slender, pale, delicate—that hadn’t left hers at all.

Looking along it, she saw its owner: Fu Nian, the beautiful girl who had stayed with her the whole time.

Glancing at the honey water left untouched on the table, Ji Yun gave up on it, instead clutching Fu Nian’s hand more tightly, leaning her head against hers, and gazing at Fu Nian’s serene face.

“Ah Nian.”

“Mmm,” Fu Nian murmured unconsciously in reply, startling Ji Yun.

Half the drunken haze vanished in that moment. Ji Yun peered closely at Fu Nian, wondering if she was asleep or awake.

She reached out to brush away the strands of hair that had fallen across Fu Nian’s face.

“If I can’t protect you, my darling… what will I do?” Ji Yun whispered, smiling bitterly. She hadn’t expected an answer.

Sitting up straighter, Ji Yun sighed. It was a troubling question indeed.

The clearer her head became, the more sharply the pain in her stomach stabbed at her, until she wanted to slam into a wall.

Carefully letting go of Fu Nian’s hand, she slipped away to find her stomach medicine, poured herself some water, swallowed the pills, and finally sighed in relief as the pain eased.

When she turned back, she noticed Fu Nian was still sitting on the floor. The chill from the tiles seeped into her bones, making Ji Yun shiver.

She hesitated, not wanting to wake Fu Nian, but in the end reached out to shake her gently.

“Sister?” Fu Nian stirred and lifted her head.

“Ah Nian, let’s go to bed. It’s cold here.” Ji Yun smiled faintly.

Hearing her say “cold,” Fu Nian quickly stood up, fumbling to help her—only to feel Ji Yun’s hand grab her arm. “Ah Nian, support me. I can’t see.”

Two blind women, weren’t they?

Fu Nian said nothing, simply took Ji Yun’s weight and led her toward the bedroom.

Although Fu Nian was sightless, she knew every inch of the house by heart—perhaps even better than Ji Yun, drunk and bleary-eyed.

Ji Yun kept a close watch nonetheless, ready to catch her if she stumbled, though watching Fu Nian’s sure steps made her smile.

Once in the room, Fu Nian carefully settled Ji Yun onto the bed and sighed.

Ji Yun leaned back against the headboard, watching as Fu Nian gently pulled the covers up over her.

Suddenly, Ji Yun reached out, pulling Fu Nian into her arms before she could react. “Ah Nian, ah Nian… let’s just sleep.”

Fu Nian arched a brow and lifted her head from Ji Yun’s embrace. “Sister, you’re sober now, aren’t you?”

Ji Yun’s brow twitched. How did she know?

She coughed lightly, trying to cover it. “Mm… just a little uncomfortable.”

But Fu Nian chuckled softly. Propping herself up halfway in Ji Yun’s arms, she tilted her face toward her, as though “looking” down at her. The strange angle made Ji Yun’s heart race.

As Ji Yun gazed up, Fu Nian’s hair brushed against her face, tickling. She couldn’t help but tuck it gently behind Fu Nian’s ear.

“If you’re awake, you should take some medicine. You had stomach pain earlier. Aunt Qing told me you need to go to the hospital tomorrow.”

Fu Nian’s voice was low, but soothingly beautiful. Ji Yun narrowed her eyes, tightened her arms around Fu Nian’s waist, and pulled her down into her embrace.

“Ah Nian, from now on, I’ll take care of you.”

Fu Nian froze, then smiled faintly. “Aren’t you already taking care of me?”

“I mean after your eyes are healed. I’ll still take care of you.”

It was the first time Ji Yun had said something like this so plainly. But she didn’t dare look Fu Nian in the eye—she couldn’t. Pressing Fu Nian into her arms, she found the courage to say what she couldn’t otherwise bear to.

For the first time in her life, Ji Yun felt fear.

All her life, she had fought for what she wanted, never backing down, never letting go—even if she failed in the end.

But this was different. She was afraid that even if she gave everything, the ending still wouldn’t be hers. Afraid that she wouldn’t even be able to hold onto the raw sincerity she had now, that she’d be left with nothing.

It wasn’t like a woman falling for a man, where even if they didn’t become lovers, they might remain friends—or at worst, strangers.

Ji Yun was a woman, and Fu Nian was also a woman. Yet she wanted to cherish Fu Nian with the heart of a lover. To most people, it seemed out of place, unacceptable.

And she didn’t even know Fu Nian’s true feelings.

What if Fu Nian was frightened, and pushed her away?

What if, after this, even friendship would be impossible?

Fu Nian lay quietly in Ji Yun’s arms, her face calm but her heart as restless as Ji Yun’s.

She had considered the possibility before, but only fleetingly, never daring to dwell on it.

Now that Ji Yun had suddenly voiced it, panic rushed in.

She wanted to lift her head to see Ji Yun’s face, but she couldn’t. She didn’t dare, and besides—she couldn’t see.

She didn’t know if Ji Yun was speaking soberly, baring her heart, or if these were drunken ramblings.

So how was she supposed to answer?

Just as she opened her mouth, Ji Yun sighed and murmured, pulling her closer. “Darling… Sister is nearly bankrupt. I’m afraid I won’t be able to take care of you.”

The words, soft and plaintive, carried a hint of grievance that made Fu Nian pause.

Silently, she wrapped her arms around Ji Yun’s waist, rubbing her head against her chest like their dog did when begging for affection.

“Don’t be afraid, Sister. Ah Nian is here.”

And with that, Fu Nian closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

Ji Yun stared at the ceiling, a smile slowly curling her lips.

So Fu Nian already knew about her troubles. Yet, even at the brink of ruin, her heart felt light, inexplicably happy.

“No fear,” she whispered, smiling wider. “Even if I lose everything, I’ll still take care of my darling.”