I gently pull my mask up. I need to eat something. I need as much strength as I can to fight her and retrieve my eyes back. Yet, I'm not comfortable taking my mask fully of. Even revealing my mouth makes me cautious. I take another sip of the soup. I can hear them muttering about me. It doesn't really matter. What you can't see, can't hurt you.
"Here's your drink sir." The waitress says.
"Thank you." I say.
"I wanted to tell you. You have a very lovely mask. Can I ask where you got it?" She asks.
I look down.
"I got it from a friend." I say.
I didn't steal it. The old man who rescued me gave it to me for free. I'll never forget that.
"It's beautiful." She says.
"I'll believe you." I say.
"Oh, right sorry." She chuckles and walks off.
I take it up with one hand. Eating with one hand is pretty difficult, but it's necessary. My face is scarred. There are two holes where the eyes should be. Two blood holes mixed with black. I also have claw marks engraved in my cheek. The mask is my shield. No one should deserve to look at my face.
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The Eye Theif
FantasyWei Wuxian's eyes gets stolen! Ripped from his head by a thief witch. He now searches high and low but without eyes, it's difficult. His spiritual chi is devasted. He can barely jump without wincing. Lan Zhan will have to help Wei Wuxian through it...
