e office of political
ed the class five minutes early, not even having time to assig
ssfully drawing Fu Mingyi's attention. "If you don't go to th
, what's your relationship with her?
conversation away from this little troublemaker, asking Yuhan, "Sin
ally?" Fu Mingyi ruffled her ha
, Yuhan practica
.
Mingyi planned to take her to the hospital for an
other instinctively when the accident happ
rs old and suffered
school for him, with dedic
ved, her brothe
ther sitting alone in front of the canvas, brushing dif
es sof
ainting. Both I and other teachers believe he
ove doodling at home. Later, my parents put up lig
yi could easily sketch out a
"Is it possible for
cour
boy was fair-skinned, with the same beautiful eyes a
ed at him
tically greeted like any other person would, her brother just glanc
mile wave
"He loves painting the most. Wou
eyes, trying to hold her brother's small hand. Luckily, he
od outside, quietly discussin
re, and according to current medical standards,
r best," the
he months when Yuhan was in a coma at the hospital, he had taken Yuhan's
looked throu
nestly watching Yuhan's brother pa
hed in the sunset's afterg
her orig
camera on his phone a
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