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  Your face... It feels beautiful.   _   Chanwoo lost his sight when he was 17.  He's 18 now, and just an empty shell.   But when Yunhyeong enters his life, he learns how to feel.   _   It's a chilly Monday when Yunhyeong meets Chanwoo. A depressed, lonely young boy sitting infront of the grand piano, fingers ghosting over the keys.   Suddenly he's more than glad his mum made him volunteer at the local hospital.   He checks the boy's profile.   Name :Jung Chanwoo Age : 18 Condition : Loss of vision Reason of stay : Attempted Suicide.   His heart drops as he looks back at the boy, fingers still dancing on the keys, pressing lightly.    Slowly the piano keys are being fully pressed down, and music surrounds the room.   It's beautiful - raw and full of emotions. Sadness, anger and pain fly around in notes.   He's lost in the music, and he inches forward.   "It's wonderful. Who taught you to play?"   The playing stops, and Yunhyeong eye's flutter open. He sees the younger freeze.   It's a muted whisper, but he hears it loud and clear in the tensed silence.   leave me alone.   Yunhyeong inches forward more. Slowly but surely, he kneels in front of the boy and takes the boy's hands in his.    "Song Yunhyeong. That's my name. Would you like to see me?"   i can't see, you know that.   Yunhyeong brings the boy's slender hands to his face. He guides the hand across his lips, across his nose, across his cheeks, and slowly but s