My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Jasmine's beautiful figure slowly entered the room, carrying two bowls and two glasses on a tray.

Noticing that Leon was awake, she offered a small smile and walked closer.

"I made your favorite yellow fish soup. I gave you a bigger portion this time, so you'll feel full and satisfied," she said softly as she sat gently on the edge of the bed.

She placed the tray on the small table beside the bed and carefully arranged the food.

Unaware that Leon had regained his sight, Jasmine moved with calm, unhurried grace.

Meanwhile, Leon stayed silent, gazing at her from head to toe with a look of astonishment.

"She's really beautiful... and she really does look like someone from a remote tribe," he thought.

Since he had been blind before, this was the first time he could actually see Jasmine—and he hadn't imagined she would be this beautiful and captivating.

Rather than the fair skin often considered the standard of beauty, Jasmine had a rich, warm brown complexion that exuded maturity.

But that only added to her charm—it made her stand out in a way that was both unique and striking.

To Leon, beauty wasn't defined by skin color alone. It was about the face, body proportions, demeanor, and many other things.

And Jasmine, with her slim waist and nearly perfect proportions, embodied all of that.

Her short, black hair suited her perfectly.

"Hm?"

As if sensing Leon's intense gaze, Jasmine turned her head in confusion.

"What's wrong, Leon? Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked hesitantly.

But a moment later, she remembered—Leon wasn't supposed to be able to see.

Guilt surged within her. She quickly tried to explain, "Ah! I'm sorry, Leon. I didn't mean that. I just…"

The more she spoke, the more flustered and panicked she became.

She was afraid Leon might misunderstand—or worse, come to hate her. Although they had started out as strangers, their relationship had grown steadily over time.

In fact, Jasmine had come to regard Leon as a true friend. They often talked and exchanged thoughts, and she genuinely enjoyed being around him.

But instead of reacting with anger, Leon let out a soft chuckle and waved his right hand.

"You don't have to worry about something so small," he said casually. "Actually, I can already see."

Jasmine froze, her body stiffening as her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Are you serious?" she asked, still stunned.

"I'm not lying," Leon replied with a small nod. He pointed to the right. "There's a wardrobe over there, and next to it, a wooden plate rack."

Then, he went on to describe several other pieces of furniture—and even described Jasmine's appearance in perfect detail.

"You really can see!" Jasmine gasped, covering her mouth with both hands.

Her face was filled with disbelief, but she knew what she was seeing was real.

Leon chuckled at her reaction. For some reason, the usually stern and composed woman now looked incredibly adorable.

"All right, let's eat. I'm starving," he said shamelessly, rubbing his stomach.

Jasmine blinked out of her daze and nodded slowly. "You're right. Let's eat."

She handed Leon the larger bowl of yellow fish soup and kept the smaller portion for herself.

Since she had been feeding Leon all this time, her eating routine had naturally changed.

She often ate in this room with him—always after making sure he was fed. During those moments, Leon became her conversation partner.

In many ways, those were the happiest days for Jasmine.

The two began eating, chatting occasionally between bites. At some point during the meal, Leon mentioned that he planned to leave that night—but Jasmine immediately objected.

She asked him to stay until morning. The night was dangerous, and she didn't want anything to happen to him.

Although Leon was strong enough to handle himself, he didn't turn down her request—and in the end, he agreed to stay.

About twenty minutes later, they finished eating. Jasmine stood up and carried the tray of dirty bowls and glasses.

"You didn't get to see the surroundings before. If you'd like, I can show you around," she offered, her tone slightly shy.

Leon nodded immediately and stood. "Of course I want to. I've also been wanting to know exactly where I am."

"Then wait a moment—I'll return these first," she said, stepping out and leaving Leon alone.

Without wasting time, Leon changed out of his robe, which was starting to feel sticky.

Fortunately, he had brought enough clothes from the Elven territory. If Zelda hadn't insisted back then, he might have been in trouble now.

Once dressed, Leon stepped outside—and was instantly captivated by the view before him.

"This is beautiful," he murmured in awe.

A stretch of white sand lay ahead, leading straight to the beach about two hundred meters away.

All around him were simple buildings made of woven rattan and coconut fibers—similar to the one he had been staying in.

Like Jasmine, the people here had warm brown skin and wore clothes made of rough brown fabric. The women covered only their chests and lower bodies, leaving their bellies and calves bare.

The men's clothing covered a bit more, but their arms, calves, and legs were still exposed.

"Let's go," Jasmine said softly beside him.

Leon turned his head and gave a small nod.

They walked side by side toward the beach. Despite being from a remote tribe, the people here were not as primitive as Leon had imagined.

They had developed basic tools and techniques for hunting, both in the forest and the sea.

In fact, they could craft spears, swords, and other weapons from iron—their forging skills were surprisingly advanced.

"So, I've really been stared at like this all along?"

Leon felt a bit awkward as he noticed the many eyes on him. His appearance was clearly different, so it made sense that he drew attention.

Back when he was blind, he could sense their gazes. But now, seeing it with his own eyes made the experience feel even more awkward.

"Pfft!" Jasmine let out a small laugh. "Of course. You're not from our tribe, so people are naturally curious. But don't worry—we don't discriminate against outsiders or treat them badly."

"I believe that," Leon said with a nod.

What struck him was how the villagers kept their distance, observing quietly. It was as if they deeply respected personal boundaries and privacy.

That alone surprised him—most remote tribes he'd heard of tended to be closely knit and often involved in one another's lives.

At last, they arrived at the beach, greeted by the tranquil sight of calm, glistening waters stretching to the horizon.

Suddenly, Jasmine pointed to the right, about ten meters from where they stood.

"I found you lying there unconscious last time," she said.