Sheng Guang

"Boss, which room did you book? Let's go and call for the elevator."

Guo Miao smiled and shook her head at him. She went to the front desk to check in. A doorman immediately brought the luggage cart and respectfully invited Guo Miao and the others to take the special elevator.

The room that Guo Miao had booked was a suite with a view on the top floor. She had money now, so she didn't mind spending it to make her life more comfortable.

Guo Miao settled the luggage and brought the two of them to the restaurant downstairs for dinner.

The restaurant was called Delight, and it was a brand under the same food and beverage group as Ningxiang Restaurant.

The environment at Delight was even better with man-made mountains and rivers, more variety of dishes, and better ingredients.

The three of them sat down, ordered some signature dishes, and began to talk about the competition while eating.

They had already prepared most of the theoretical materials. Now, their main task was to carry out some experiments and uncover the final product.

Guo Miao mentioned a few points that could be optimized. Lin Chao and Li You were enlightened after listening to her and couldn't help but admire this girl who could participate in the National Science and Technology competition at such a young age.

After the meal, Lin Chao and Li You went back to school together while Guo Miao went to a Creative Market nearby, where an artist was holding an exhibition.

This person's pen name was Sheng Guang. He was an artist who had only appeared two years ago. He was proficient in composition, painting, and architectural design.

In the beginning, he only posted his paintings on the internet. He didn't expect that his paintings would cause a sensation once they were published. Later, he was invited to design man-made scenery for a few scenic spots. When his designs were released, it caused another sensation on the internet.

Recently, he had released his own music on his social media platform, and this time, it was a hit on the internet.

However, such a talented artist had never shown his face in public.

Guo Miao looked at the artistic design in the exhibition hall and felt that the style was very similar to the artistic style of Delight.

Some unknown music was drifting in the exhibition hall, which should also be the work of this great god.

Guo Miao followed the sound and saw a man sitting in front of the piano, playing a song.

She was stunned for a moment as she looked at the man in front of the piano.

The man was wearing a simple black sweater and white pants. He had a handsome face and a gentle beauty. However, the only flaw was that his sockets were empty as if he was blind.

Seeing that the man was no longer playing, the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed.

Guo Miao stood still and clapped her hands.

The man suddenly said, "I've finished playing the song. Why haven't you left?"

"I want to know the name of this song. It makes me feel very warm."

"Its name is 'Orange Hope'. It was inspired by the setting sun. Although it's a setting sun, it's warm. Maybe it's also a kind of hope?" After the man finished speaking, he laughed bitterly. "That's how I composed the song. It's a pity that my eyes can't see the sunset anymore."

"I'm the owner of this exhibition, Sheng Guang."

The man told Guo Miao his identity, but she didn't understand why he said it. Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was hard to find.

Guo Miao sighed softly.

The man laughed. "You don't have to sigh. This is fate. I accept it."

Guo Miao looked into the man's eyes. "If you don't find it offensive, may I look into your eyes? "

The man nodded in confusion.

Guo Miao walked over and looked into the man's eyes. There was not a trace of light in his eyes, and they were dull.

"May I take your pulse?"

"Of course." He stretched out his hand, revealing his slender wrist.

Guo Miao put her hand on it and thought for a while.

"I lost my sight in an accident. I don't think I'll get better. Both Western and Eastern doctors say that there's no cure. I don't care if I live in darkness for the rest of my life."

Guo Miao sighed. Even though he might not be able to recover fully, there was still a possibility.

He had injured his optic nerve, and from the perspective of Chinese or Western medicine, it was indeed impossible to reverse the situation. However, in the interstellar era where Guo Miao had lived, people had long Integrated Chinese and Western medicine.

There should be a way to cure his illness.

"I'm 50% sure that I can cure your eyes. Are you willing to accept my treatment?"