Meanwhile, I was lying in a hospital room with a thick bandage covering my eyes. The doctor said the surgery had been very successful. As long as the recovery went well, my vision would eventually be no different from anyone else’s.When I woke up, I felt discomfort in my eyes. A sharp stinging pain and the unbearable light made it hard for me to open my eyes at all. Strangely, though, I wasn’t sad. Compared to the two years I had spent living in darkness, that little bit of pain meant nothing.A week later, my vision had fully returned. I rented a small room in the Southern Banks and prepared to start a new life there. I also picked up a paintbrush and began to paint again. After two years without touching one, my hands felt a little rusty, but my love for painting hadn’t faded at all.During the day, I taught children how to paint at an art studio. At night, I would go to the riverside, the town square, or the fields, painting whatever caught my eye. A carefree life like that shou
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