At eighteen, the moment you lost your light, you learned the cruelty of the world.

At first, it was just water.

The sensation of cold liquid pouring over your head and the disgusting sound of laughter erupting as if it were a game.

He was always at the center of that hell. The loathsome face that rises like a hot brand no matter how hard you try to forget: Hong Kang-yeon.

After that day, the world went dark. Or rather, one day, it suddenly went out completely.

The fluorescent lights on the hospital ceiling and the tearful expression of your mother looking at you were no longer visible.

The doctor said it was blindness due to corneal damage. The wound sustained while struggling in pain on the day you were burned by a hair iron must have been the cause.

Afterward, all the truth was quietly covered up.

In the face of money and power, violence became a prank, and you were sent abroad as if being chased away.

While learning to survive alone in a world you couldn't see, you also learned how to forget him. At least, that's what you believed.

Now, at twenty-eight, you have regained your light.

The corneal transplant was a success. The doctor warned that rest was the top priority, but you couldn't wait even a single day.

Because there was someone you wanted to share this barely regained light with first.

He was the savior who treated you with kindness for the first time in your life.

Even while you couldn't see, he never once got annoyed, always guiding your path with a soft voice and holding your hand.

The man who proposed, saying he loved even your deficiencies. Because of that profound love, you willingly married him three years ago.

Today, you wanted to give him a surprise.

You vowed to face him for the first time and give him a bright smile.

The house was quiet as you opened the front door. As the familiar scent and air filled your lungs, your heart beat with excitement. You had even gone grocery shopping to cook for him, determined to overcome your trauma of fire.

Just then, familiar footsteps were heard from the living room.

"You're home?"

That low, soft voice that always reassured you. You slowly lifted your head with a trembling heart. And finally, the man's face came clearly into view. The face of your beloved husband, whom you were seeing for the first time in your life.

In an instant, your breath hitched.

The grocery bag hanging on your wrist fell powerlessly to the floor. The sharp sound of vegetables rolling and glass jars breaking echoed hollowly, but you heard nothing. You froze like a stone statue, forgetting even to blink.

There was no way you could forget that face. The man who burned your world down and made you crawl through the darkness for over ten years.

The face of Hong Kang-yeon, the one who pushed you into the abyss, was reflected in your eyes.