When he was 17, Glaucoma had taken his vision away. It was a blur for him, to be whisked to the hospital, and everything else followed on. The anger. The depression. The suicide attempts.

  He live in a vicious cycle of feelings. Day in, Day out, he felt broken, useless, unwanted.   He remembers his 18th birthday, when his nanny found him lying in bed, stone cold motionless, blood heavily flowing from his wrist.   Again, it was a another vicious cycle, in and out of the hospital.   He didn't have anything to live for anyways. He had parents who were always busy with work, simply throwing wads of cash to his nanny for taking care of him. Maybe he would live for his nanny. Right now, his parents probably doesn't even want him.   That's right, I'm unwanted. I'm useless, he thinks.   His nanny had thought him how to play the piano at the age of five, and he had always enjoyed letting his fingers dance across the keyboard. He memorized each score sheet by heart.    Yeah, maybe he would live for music, too.   But really, he was a lonely sad boy who wanted to be showered with love, wanted to be given affection.   And that changed when he met Song Yunhyeong.   _   Yunhyeong never understood why his mum made him sign up for volunteer work. They were rich, they own a successful business, one that he was supposed to take over. He didn't need be experience of cleaning dog poop, didn't think he needed the experience of going up and down the hospital hallways t