Jiang Cheng could not see. The flutter of his gentle eyelids that thrummed constantly was the only reminder he had eyes at all. Thump. Thump. Thump. The ever returning rhythm pestered him beyond belief, setting the background for a rush of cold panic. Why could he not see? The warmth blooming across his back indicated sunlight, and his eyes were open. Were they? The pounding of his heart matched the pounding of his eyelids. *COVER NOT MINE* **Originally posted on AO3 under the same title. Any other posting of this story is NOT MINE** Spanish translation: Ciego Para TiAll Rights Reserved