In the quaint room, Nian sat up from his bed, muttering to himself. He was about fifteen years old, with a handsome face, but his clear eyes were covered with bandages, as if they were injured.,Although he remembered the original owner's master stuffing something into his eyes to try and cure them, he had a gut feeling. He was afraid he would go blind!,"This feeling of being watched is so unsettling. The child I saved in my past life, he must be watching over me. I'm surely here because of his blessing, so I can't disappoint him, I have to live!"。