After a terrible car crash, my eyes were severely damaged. The day they finally healed, I started seeing a strange number floating above every woman’s head. My wife’s number was 0. My mother-in-law’s was 30. And my wife’s best friend had a 45. What did these numbers mean? As I investigated, I uncovered a shocking truth… 1: *CRASH!* I watched, helpless, as the speeding car slammed into mine, even though I’d braced myself. The moment of impact hit me like a suffocating wave of death. I barely felt any pain before I passed out. When I finally woke up, I could faintly hear a voice nearby. “Good thing you arrived in time. The patient’s condition is stable now.” Another voice spoke up. “Thank you, Doctor. We truly appreciate it.” It was my wife, Chloe. She kept thanking the doctor. I knew I’d survived the crash, but why was everything black? I couldn’t see anything. I managed to let out a weak sound, and Chloe heard it. She rushed to my side. “Honey, are you awake?” I whispered back, “Why can’t I see anything?” The doctor’s voice chimed in again. “Your eyes suffered severe trauma in the accident. We’ve done our best, but we can’t promise a full recovery. Please prepare yourself for that possibility.” A heavy silence fell over me. In the days that followed, Chloe stayed by my side at the hospital, caring for me. I’d often ask her, “Honey, what if my eyes never get better?” Chloe would always comfort me, saying, “Don’t be silly! You’ll definitely get better, I promise.” Our financial situation wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great either. The expensive medical bills started to weigh on my mind. I asked Chloe, “Honey, what about the driver who hit me?” Chloe spoke softly, “That driver hit you and then fled the scene. They still haven’t been found. The car had stolen plates, and the police haven’t found any leads yet.” Chloe seemed to sense my thoughts. “Honey, don’t worry about it. Even if we never find that driver, we have to get you well.” “Don’t stress about the money.” I said nothing. During my hospital stay, besides both our parents, Chloe’s best friend visited me the most. Her name was Maya. We’d met a few times. Like Chloe, she was a true stunner. Her figure and looks were absolutely gorgeous. I figured she worried Chloe would get bored staying in the hospital all day, so she’d come over to chat with her whenever she had free time. I secretly vowed that once I recovered, I’d treat her to a nice meal to thank her properly. Perhaps it was Chloe’s meticulous care, but my eyes, which could initially only perceive a faint light, slowly began to show signs of recovery. This reignited my hope. After two months of recuperation in the hospital, my vision miraculously returned. Even the doctors called it a miracle. But the moment I opened my eyes, the scene before me baffled me. I faintly saw a blue number floating above Chloe’s head. It was a 0. Could it be that my eyes had just recovered, and I was seeing things? I rubbed my eyes, then looked at her head again. This time, I was certain I wasn’t mistaken. There was indeed a number 0 above Chloe’s head. Just then, the doctor and a nurse walked into the room. The doctor didn’t have a number above his head, but the female nurse did. It was a 5. I froze. Chloe, seeing me staring intently at her head, couldn’t help but look up at the ceiling too. “What’s wrong, honey?” I whispered, “Chloe, your… why is there a zero above your head? And the nurse has a 5 above hers.” 2: Hearing this, Chloe touched her own head. “There’s nothing there, honey. What’s wrong? Are your eyes still adjusting after recovering?” The doctor also told me, “Your eyes were blind for several months. It’s perfectly normal to experience some visual hallucinations after regaining sight. Just a few days of rest at home, and you’ll be fine.” In the end, I had no choice but to believe the doctor. But as my wife handled my discharge paperwork, I sat in the hospital lobby. I noticed that among the people coming and going, men didn’t have numbers above their heads, but all women did. Most of them were 0s. I couldn’t believe this was just a hallucination. Just then, a voice called out, “Chloe!” I looked up. It was Maya. She walked in through the hospital entrance, waving at Chloe, who was beside me. And a number appeared above Maya’s head: 45. I was stunned. While most women had 0s above their heads, including my wife Chloe, why were some numbers different? Like Maya’s, why was hers 45? Maya came over to us. After greeting Chloe, she looked at me. “Hey, Writer! Congrats on getting discharged! You’ve been through so much, good fortune is definitely heading your way!” I quickly smiled and nodded at her, saying “Thank you.” Chloe said to me, “Honey, our car was totaled in the accident, so I had to ask Maya to pick us up from the hospital.” I smiled but said nothing, still trying to figure out why all women had numbers above their heads. Once we were in the car, Chloe was worried I might be uncomfortable, so she had me sit in the back while she and Maya sat upfront, chatting. I, however, kept staring at the numbers above their heads. It wasn’t until we arrived at our apartment building and parked that I got out and said to Maya, “Hey, Maya, thank you for visiting Chloe so often at the hospital. I’ll definitely treat you to dinner sometime soon.” Maya laughed, “Oh, it’s no big deal. Chloe’s my best friend. Visiting you and keeping her company was no trouble at all.” I was about to speak when suddenly, the number above Maya’s head flickered. It changed from 45 to 46. I was stunned again. What in the world was going on? I was certain this isn’t a hallucination, but what did these numbers above their heads mean? Chloe’s number was still 0, unchanged. Why did Maya’s number change? Before I could figure it out, Chloe said to Maya, “Maya, Leo’s discharged today, and both our parents are at our place, so we won’t keep you.” “We’ll thank you properly another time.” Maya was very understanding. She nodded, then looked at me. “Go home and rest well. Don’t make Chloe worry anymore.” I nodded at her, and she started her car and drove away. When we got home, both sets of parents, all four of them, surrounded us, asking about my health. But my attention was fixed on my mom and mother-in-law’s heads. To my surprise, my mom’s head didn’t show a number, but my mother-in-law’s had a 30. I was dumbfounded again. This was another different number. These numbers were driving me crazy! What on earth did they mean? But the more I thought about it, the more my eyes ached. In the end, I decided to stop thinking about it. Back home, everyone agreed I should rest. They didn’t let me sit up for long, urging me to lie down in the bedroom. They started talking in the living room about the hit-and-run driver, saying they needed to find him and make him pay. Unconsciously, drowsiness crept in, and I lay down and fell asleep, hoping that when I woke up the next day, those numbers wouldn’t be there anymore. 3: The next day. When I woke up, Chloe was already out of bed. She was preparing breakfast for me. I quickly went to the kitchen doorway and looked at her head. The number was still there. She noticed me behind her and turned around, smiling softly. “Honey, you’re awake! Breakfast will be ready soon.” Seeing her already dressed in a business suit, I asked, “Chloe, are you going out?” Chloe replied, “Of course. I haven’t been to work for months taking care of you. The company has called me countless times. If I don’t go back soon, I might lose my supervisor position.” “You stay home and rest. Don’t worry about work for now.” I nodded at her. Chloe left without eating breakfast with me. Staying cooped up in the house felt stifling, so I decided to go for a walk downstairs in our apartment complex. During my walk, I encountered many women, our neighbors, with whom we usually got along well. Numbers were still above their heads, but this time, 0s were in the minority. For example, the young girl next door, who was about to take her final exams and often came to me for writing tips. Her number was 25. The property manager who worked downstairs, her number was 17. And the deli owner, where we frequently bought things. Her number was 38. Could these numbers represent a woman’s loyalty or infidelity rate? But then, I immediately dismissed that idea. Over the next few days, I was constantly bothered by these inexplicable numbers. I told Chloe, but she just brushed me off with the doctor’s explanation. One day, Chloe had a day off, so we decided to invite her best friend, Maya, over for dinner to thank her properly. Maya agreed when Chloe called her. When she knocked on the door and Chloe went to open it, I was immediately struck by her outfit. Today, she wore denim shorts that showed off her long, fair legs, paired with white high heels. It was a treat for anyone who appreciated great legs. On her upper body, she wore a tight white T-shirt that perfectly accentuated her curves. Chloe had many beautiful friends, but Maya was definitely the most stunning among them. After admiring her beauty, I quickly looked at her head. The number was still there, unchanged, still 46. She entered, put down the fruit and milk she’d bought, greeted Chloe, and then looked at me. “Hey, Writer, how are you doing? Feeling better?” I snapped out of it, nodded, and smiled, “Much better, thanks for asking.” She didn’t say anything more and went to the kitchen to help Chloe. Soon, the fragrant dishes were on the table. To celebrate my recovery, they brought out beer, though they wouldn’t let me drink any since I’d just been discharged. So, the two of them started drinking at the table, glass after glass. I knew Chloe wasn’t good with alcohol. Sure enough, after two bottles of beer, her speech became slurred. She was clearly drunk. Maya, on the other hand, was fine, just a little flushed. A little while later, Chloe completely passed out on the sofa, unconscious. Feeling a bit helpless, I helped her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. I returned to the living room. Maya was sitting on the sofa. Seeing me, she smiled. “Oops, Leo, sorry I got your wife drunk again.” I chuckled, “It’s fine, as long as you two had fun.” Maya stood up then. “Alright, since Chloe’s asleep, I won’t bother you anymore. Especially you, you need to rest.” With that, she walked towards the door. I quickly called out to her, “Wait.” Maya turned back to look at me. “What is it?” I quickly picked up a jacket from the sofa and asked her, “Did you drive here?” Maya replied, “No, I knew I’d be having a few drinks with her today, so I didn’t drive.” I walked towards her. “Good. Don’t drink and drive. You should take a taxi home. You’ve had quite a bit to drink, I’ll walk you out.” Just as I finished speaking, I suddenly noticed the number above Maya’s head changed again. It jumped from 46 directly to 49, increasing by three points.
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