Chapter 305: The Agent’s Love

Chapter 305: The Agent’s Love

I am an agent who requires no emotions.

Codename: Dark Dragon!

At the end of a mission, I unexpectedly met her.

A blind girl!

……

“You’re bringing such a huge dog onto the subway, and it’s biting my child. What are you going to do about it?”

On the subway, I saw an older woman dragging a four- or five-year-old child, berating a girl walking a guide dog.

I froze, staring at the girl in astonishment.

She was truly beautiful!

In her twenties, she wasn’t conventionally stunning.

But to be honest, she wasn’t exactly a beauty—she was simply too gentle.

She exuded a delicate, pitiable fragility.

Looking apologetic, her beautiful eyes were dim, devoid of light.

“I’m sorry, it’s a guide dog. It’s very well-behaved,” the girl explained softly.

“Dogs are dogs—they’re not allowed on the subway,”

the older woman sneered, furious.

The child beside her stretched out a foot and kicked the guide dog.

“Ouch!”

The guide dog whimpered in pain, shrinking closer to the girl.

Rumble…

The kid made faces at the dog, completely unaware of what his actions meant.

I couldn’t help but agree with the old saying.

Parents make kids, after all.

Was it just an isolated case?

No.

Murmurs began to spread around.

“How can a dog ride the subway?”

“This girl really doesn’t understand anything,”

“What’s wrong with being blind? Blind people have privileges—so they can bring their dogs on the subway?”

……

The girl lowered her head, trying to whisper, “I, I…”

I quietly stared at her.

For some unknown reason, a strange feeling emerged inside me.

In that moment, I felt as if I couldn’t control my own body.

I walked over to the vulnerable girl and smiled, “Don’t be afraid.”

Standing before her, I calmly surveyed the subway before fixing my gaze on the sneering older woman. “Law permits guide dogs on the subway. What you’re doing is illegal. If you don’t understand the law, at least don’t disgust everyone, alright?”

“You…”

The older woman, fuming, left with her grandson.

I thought that the way she acted—with her grandson in tow—was equally appalling.

They both came off as spoiled brats!

……

That day.

I stayed with her, listening quietly as she talked.

“I am blind—a soul enclosed in darkness…”

“I can hear my parents’ late-night sighs, yet I can’t see the graying hair that time has given them,”

“Even the simplest tasks require endless practice for me.”

“Every time I step out, I must summon all my courage… and my little Wangwang always lifts my spirits.”

“I really want to fit into this world.”

“But this world… doesn’t seem too welcoming.”

“I can smell that clean scent on you.”

“Your voice is so beautiful…”

We eventually parted ways.

Later that night, when I was alone resting,

I couldn’t help but smile; her image haunted my every thought…

The next day.

As if compelled by fate, I returned to the subway station and found her again!

I still remembered her words from yesterday: “I have a clean scent on me.”

How mocking were those words—do I really deserve to be called clean?

No, she doesn’t understand.

My world is darker than hers—pitch black!

I watched her in silence.

I saw her leave, disappointed.

I knew that she yearned for another encounter with me.

I… am unworthy!

Three days.

For three consecutive days, she appeared at the subway station.

But each time, she left in despair.

My heart ached a little.

In that moment, she was like a blazing fire.

I couldn’t hold back!

“What a coincidence.”

I stepped right in front of the girl.

I could see her delicate face light up with surprise and excitement at the sound of my voice.

My heart melted.

I longed to be with her!

And from that day on, we came together.

I taught her how to listen to e-books, took her to fun places, introduced her to delicious food, and brought her to the lake to listen to the breeze and the cicadas’ song…

But…

Suddenly, she began to distance herself from me.

She started making excuses to reject me.

She even pretended to be indifferent.

Until she finally said, “Let’s not keep in touch anymore!”

Why?

I could clearly feel that she liked me—even loved me.

Then why must we part?

That day, I quietly followed her.

Watching her face etched with sorrow.

Observing the reddened corners of her tearful eyes.

Watching her helpless back.

“Xiao Yu,” I couldn’t help but call her name.

“Ah.”

Her body trembled; she didn’t look back but tried to flee quickly.

After all, she’s blind—she’s never run before.

0… I beg for flowers…

In the moment she fell, I caught her in my arms.

“Tell me, why?” I asked softly.

“Don’t ask, don’t ask,”

She clung to me desperately, crying, “I’m afraid of letting you go. I’m blind—I will hold you back forever. I don’t want that, I don’t deserve you!”

So that’s it… I looked at her quietly and asked, “Are you a fool?”

“Huh?” she replied, stopping her tears with a silly look on her face.

“Do you know what I love about you?”

I held her gently and said, “Your voice is beautiful, you’re gentler than any other girl, and even stronger, hardworking, and outstanding. It’s not your eyes that define you, but your heart. Besides, you’re gorgeous, smart, and caring—simply perfect!”

“Me? I’m nowhere near that good!” she replied shyly, blushing.

……………..

“You don’t understand.”

I replied calmly, “I’m just a toad dreaming of eating swan meat.”

She might never know.

I’m truly the one who doesn’t deserve it.

That fateful encounter on the subway.

She had always believed that I had saved her.

But she never knew.

In truth, that day, she saved me.

It was the day I planned to end my life and leave this world…

Meeting you brought warmth back into my life!

……

“Did you write that?”

Snapping back to reality, Xiao Yu’s expression turned strangely odd.

His gaze shifted from the manuscript on the computer to the face of the suspect, Fang Shuoxin.

A person’s character can change, and so can their writing style.

Yet a writer’s deeply rooted style rarely changes so abruptly.

Could it be?

The answer is: impossible!

Even if you change your pen name, readers familiar with your style will pick up on it!

But Fang Shuoxin’s style had completely transformed in just a few days.

There was only one answer…

“I…”

Fang Shuoxin looked utterly at a loss.

“Wrong, everything’s wrong…” Xiao Yu laughed.

The investigation into the case had been misguided from the very start.

Is the work written by Fang Shuoxin a novel?

No, it’s an autobiography—a diary.

It is… a self-narration!

Wax Moth’s Ear… activated!

Python’s Sense… activated!

Night Bat Wave… activated!

With a piercing gaze fixed on Fang Shuoxin, Xiao Yu spoke coldly.

“Why did you let Fang Shuoxin write about you?”