Meanwhile, I was in Nanrope, lying in a hospital bed. A bandage covered my eyes.The doctor said the surgery was a huge success. With proper recovery, I would be able to see again and live a normal life. After regaining consciousness, I started to feel discomfort in my eyes. They stung, and even the slightest bit of light was unbearable. I couldn't open my eyes at all. The pain was agonizing, but I wasn't upset. I had spent two years unable to see anything. What was a little pain compared to that?A week later, I was able to see again. I rented a room in Nanrope, ready to start a new life here. I picked up a pencil and started drawing again. It had been two years since I had drawn anything. My drawing skills were a little rusty, but my love for art hadn't faded one bit. During the day, I taught children how to draw at an art studio. At night, I drew whatever I saw, whether I was by the river, in the town square, or out in the fields. I was always meant to live that vibrant,
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