In the days immediately following the loss of his sight, Lü Shu struggled to adapt.
For Lü Shu, the most painful aspect wasn't the immediate agony, but rather a slow sense of loss. His once proud vision, precise blade edge, clear judgment... all transformed into nothingness. He became like a clumsy child, bumping around familiar rooms, finding even the act of pouring a glass of water difficult. The world shrank to mere sounds, smells, touches.
A powerful fear engulfed him—how could one fight without wielding a blade?
However, after losing his vision, certain perceptions became sharper.
In the weighty darkness, he could keenly perceive the shifts in someone's sighs, detect subtle changes in their tone—lying, concealing, forced laughter, feigned indifference... A grand sense of fullness enveloped the butterfly cocooned, unable to see, yet its sensitive wings could feel every vibration of the leaves.
Su Ming'an was hiding something, regarding a trick that had lasted seventy years.
